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@skilledleader  ||  birthday celebrations. âĄ
    If Magnus Bane had learned one thing about Alec Lightwood over the past few weeks,  it was that he was the most  DIFFICULT  man in the world to buy gifts for---  and,  truly,  Ragnor Fell had already set quite a high bar in terms of  THAT  particular competition.  The only  NEW  things heâd ever seen his boyfriend with were weapons,  and he hardly thought that new  ARROWS  would be a romantic birthday present---  whether enchanted to  INCINERATE  its target upon impact or not  ( that idea had been scrapped rather quickly when heâd realised how  DANGEROUS  that could be,  particularly when in the wrong hands ).  Heâd made desperate calls to Ragnor,  Catarina,  and had even debated  asking  RAPHAEL  for advice,  before finally deciding that,  no,  he  WASNâT  that desperate. Â
    He has one day left until his deadline when he gets called into the Institute for a routine check of the  WARDS,  and heâd been led into the weapons area  &  told not to touch anything until Alec arrived  ( and in a rather  SCRUTINISING  fashion,  at that )  when,  upon turning to examine his surroundings,  Magnusâ gaze had dropped to a rather  FAMILIAR  bow that had been left out on one of the tables.  A sly glance to the side informs him that no one is in his vicinity,  and he deliberates for only a moment before finally reaching out and grasping the weapon.  An experimental tug of the nocking point tells him that the draw power required for a bow like this is  IMMENSE---  and is clearly far from  e a s y  on the Shadowhunterâs fingers,  even when he  ISNâT  trying to distract himself from an issue with tangible pain.  The thought sends a burst of pain rippling through his own chest,  and he continues to stare down at the weapon before the idea finally occurs to him.  Of course.Â
    Thereâs an  EXTREMELY  expensive potion in his stores at home,  purchased centuries ago  &  kept for the right opportunity,  and he summons it into his hand with a  SNAP.  Quick work is made of uncorking the bottle  &  tipping the liquid onto the bow,  before he hastily sends the empty container back to his loft with another click.  Itâll take the same amount of effort to draw the bow as it had previously  ( Magnus is well aware that different bows  &  draw powers have the potential to throw archers off ),  but the altered string will most certainly be much kinder to his hands--- and Magnusâ  HEART,  at that---  from now on. Â
    Itâs unlikely that this is a birthday present that Alec will ever know about,  but Magnus thinks it may be one of the most important gifts heâs ever given.  Besides,  heâs sure that his boyfriend will be just as pleased with the more  CORPOREAL  offerings of flowers  &  cologne that Magnus plans on presenting him with tomorrow.Â
alec lightwood  &  magnus  bane  ( mafia  AU ).
â   i donât like games,   bane.   &   i donât like  BEING   played.   but if you meant what you said about my offer, then iâm willing to keep it on the table.   thereâs something here..   &  thereâs something about you.   â
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   ( TEXT to // a. l. ) it hink that;s relative    ( TEXT to // a. l. ) ivâe only hadd    ( TEXT to  //  a. l. ) six drinks.? seven?    ( TEXT to  //  a. l. ) okay maybe eight    ( TEXT to  //  a. l. )  but fuck    ( TEXT to  //  a. l. )  youâre the onlyd amn thign in my head
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          â I  still  think  of  that  day  now   &  then. â  --- ( In  a  Crowd  of  Thousands. )

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         â Do you have to go? â  Alecâs question,  quiet   &  unsure,  shatters the blanket of silence that has stretched over the pair since theyâd both blinked their eyes open for the first time that morning. Â
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                          SOMETHING INSIDE OF HIM TWISTED AT MAGNUSâ WORDS,   &  HE TRIED not to think too much into them as he always did.   overthinking was his weakness   &   even though he was wrong about things more than half of the time,   he still hoped it would be different the next time.   instead of replying,   he rolled his neck until it  CRACKED   &  popped enough to relieve the tightness that had settled in his muscles   &  leaned his forearms against the bar counter.   he wouldnât give himself away without knowing the otherâs true intentions   âââââ   he wouldnât make a fool of himself again as he has in the past;   desiring things he knew he couldnât have,  though thinking enough he could to be bold   &  seek it out.   that time,    then fifteen year old alec,    had gotten a broken arm from robert   &  was sent away for the remainder of the summer.   when he returned,   the boy that he   PERSUADED   was nowhere to be found;  him  &  his family had disappeared into thin air  â  or so it seemed.
           â   pleasureâs for fools who donât have a family to carry on their backs,  â   he said simply,  turning the conversation somber before it  TURNED   into something else.   the corner of his eyes still took in magnusâ visage very carefully,   trying not to stare at the lips that he had imagined kissing on many different nights.  it was the allure that the enemy was this forbidden fruit;   or so alec believed.  he didnât want to think of a world where he actually decided the other man   CONSIDERING   he hated everything him   &   his family stood for.
          when his eye was mentioned,   alec looked away completely  pretending to let his gaze fall over the rest of the busy bar.   â   i didnât come here for make up tips,  bane,  but thanks for the advice.  iâll be fine,   though.   just a few friends  &   i   ROUGHHOUSING   the other day,  thatâs it.   â   it was a lie he told often that probably no one believed.  it was known how heavy handed robert lightwood was,   even against his daughter   &  youngest child.   but with alec being the oldest,   he had no doubt everyone knew about the abuse that he had to endure,   especially if he   DISGRACED   the family name.    it was him,   after all,  that would be the leader of the new york mob family once robert either died,  or passed the torch.   his father called the beatings âlessonsâ,   to teach him how to be a manworthy of leading an empire as big   &  strong as theirs. Â
           he lifted his hand towards the  BARTENDER  then pointed back   &  forth between him  &  magnusâ cups for another refill,   reaching for his pocket to take out his wallet  &  placed a black card on the counter.   â   take care of the both of us,   darlinâ,   &   take the necessary tip needed.  â   he muttered when the bartender returned with their drinks   &   he once again  DOWNED  the contents without so much of a thought   &  placed the cup upside down on the napkin resting on the counter.   â   between the two of us,  &   if you ever repeat this bane,  iâll deny it like hell  â   but not shooting you was the best decision iâve ever made.   â   he wouldnât expand on that;  he wouldnât tell the man that he was rarely in control of his life   &   the slice of freedom he got that came with   CHOOSING   not to kill magnus meant more than he could ever understand.
         â Business  can  be  just  as  ENJOYABLE  as  pleasure,  if  you  treat  it  right, â  Magnus  rebukes,  glancing  over  at  Alec  from  beneath  his  lashes  ( but  still,  something  in  his  chest  threatens  to  pang  with  something  that  feels  suspiciously  like  SYMPATHYâ-  heâd  identify  it  as  his  heart  if  he  wasnât  ALL  TOO  aware  that  the  offending  organ  was  something  that  he  KNEW  he  had  to  IGNORE  when  it  came  to  any  kind  of  dealings  with  the  Lightwoods,  no  matter  how  innocent  they  seemed  to  be ). Â
          When the man looks away,  he easily downs the remainder of his drink,  and listens on with somewhat of a disbelieving gaze as the hasty correction is put forth.  If heâs being fair,  however,  itâs rather clear that theyâre  BOTH  dancing around the ugly truths surrounding their familiesâ-  so he lets Alec have this,  lets him maintain his grasp on the  ILLUSION  of power that they both seem to so desperately maintain while out of the reach of their fathers.  â If you  DID  come for  MAKEUP  tips,  I think youâre in the wrong placeâ-  but arnica will still work wonders on the aftermath of a little  â roughhousing. â â  Regardless of whether the heavy hand had belonged to a friend or a father.
           A brow lifts in amusement when Alec makes movements to pay for another round,  and Magnus is already preparing to inquire if he treats  ALL  his rivals this well  ( or perhaps,  if itâs to simply lull them into a false sense of  EASE )  when the man is speaking again.  â Not shooting you was the best decision Iâve ever made, â  he says,  and Magnus  BLINKS,  slow  &  catlike.  Usually,  he prides himself on his ability to read situations  &  the people  INVOLVED  within them,  but Alec is âŚÂ  Well,  a small voice at the back of his mind had told him that Alec was  DIFFERENT  from the moment theyâd laid eyes on each other.  â Does this mean Iâm exempt from having to show you any gratitude?  Since,  really,  it seems as if it was a favour to  YOURSELF, â  he comments,  though with an apparent lack of  resentment----  a small smirk quirks his lips upwards as he speaks,  and he doesnât quite have the strength to neutralise his expression once more.
    Heâs thinking of her again. The way sheâd looked that final night, raven hair j u x t a p o s i n g beautifully against white as it had fanned across the crisp sheets of her bed. Magnus had hardly wanted to disturb her serenity, even though heâd been but a child, recently awoken from a nightmare (these days, it seemed as if he could never quite wake up from such horrors). Sheâd always seemed so much HAPPIER while submerged in an unconsciousness state than she ever could while awake.
    The tenuous illusion of peace, however, had ended when Magnus had pushed the sheets away and discovered all of the BLOOD.
    Crimson had stained his hands long after heâd discovered her, and it was only after the the white-hot rage that had aided him in murdering his stepfather had finally ebbed away that he had thought to wash his hands. Heâd spent HOURS rubbing furiously at his skin until it was raw, hoping to eliminate his GUILT as well as the stains.
    It is only when he reaches this thought that Magnus realises heâd been gripping the keris dagger-- the same weapon that heâd found embedded in his motherâs heart 400 years ago-- so tightly that heâd drawn blood from his palm. She is still at the back of his mind-- she never leaves, not really-- when he makes reverent movements to place the dagger back onto its pedestal and s n a p s a finger to erase all traces of the wound. Heâd been suppressing such memories for hundreds of years, but now--
    Well, his life has never been that simple.
    Itâs late-- Alecâs breathing had long since evened out into barely noticeable snores when Magnus had finally given up on all attempts to fall asleep (which, really, had been more of a case of him staring u n b l i n k i n g l y at the ceiling) and crept out of bed-- but heâs has been sitting in this position for what feels like hours, and when he finally moves, it is only to gravitate through the threshold of the open terrace doors. He knows-- deep down, he KNOWS that Alec had not played any part in the torture heâd endured at the hands of Imogen Herondale, and had brushed the entire incident off as water under the bridge, but-- still. A small part of his heart is ACHING with pain, with betrayal.Â
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