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He'd heard that Malcolm was the one who figured out that he and the other delegates had been taken by the Fair Folk, and had contacted those in New York. Even though the two of them had known each other for a bit, he was still surprised the other had taken the initiative to not only travel to New York but contact the other downworld populations in the city. Or maybe things had changed while he'd been stuck in Edom. Most of the effects of his time there had dissipated, but there were still days when Magnus was reminded of what his father had put him through and those were the days he tended to keep to himself. Luckily, today wasn't one of those days and standing there in his door he was surprised to see his friend standing there. "What brings you back to New York? This isn't a social visit is it?"

‘Excuse me. Uhh... Did you know that your shoelaces are tied together?’

      A smile brightens her dark features as she spots her white haired suitor. She knows that she should not love him, but she loves him all the more because of it. He is marked, where she is runed, and the white hair contrasts oh so brilliantly with the onyx runes that mar her skin. The smile fades, not because she is displeased to see him- the opposite in fact, but because they have the weight of the worlds expectations on their shoulders. 

      “We have to leave soon, Malcolm, my darling.” 

      Her family have been hinting that it is time she marry. In fact, she has had several ambushed ‘meetings’ with potential suitors, all of whom pale in comparison to her Malcolm. She can not keep brushing off every male they send her way, and she doesn’t want to pretend. But they’re growing suspicious and Annabel is fearful. 

      “I can not spend another moment apart from you.”

Ragnor raised an eyebrow at Malcolm’s surprise. He supposed he should have expected that. He was not exactly the most caring person in the world, even with his own friends. ‘You portal to all the wrong places, you forget to dress yourself properly.’ And all you ever talk about is true love, even though you’ve never had it since Annabel was taken away. He was never going to say that out loud. ‘Did you think we weren’t going to worry about you?’

Normally, he stayed in New York and dealt with the problems that tended to crop up in and around the Institute. Unfortunately, there had been some problems in Los Angeles and they were being sent out to help them figure out just what the hell was going on. He'd been to a few different Institutes but the one in Los Angeles was a first for him. He'd hoped they wouldn't be there too long. Something about the city was a bit too strange for him. There was also something about the High Warlock that seemed strange, too. Or maybe it was just the city in general. Jace wasn't too sure and the sooner he could return to Brooklyn the better. First, he needed to speak with their warlock. The Institute had given him some answers but the warlock was bound to know what the hell was going on in the city.

"Does that always happen?"

Will swung the door to the Institute open, surprised to see the one and only Malcolm Fade. His lips parted slightly in surprise, but he regained his composure not a moment later. 

‘Honestly Malcolm, would it kill you to give me some warning before showing up on my doorstep? You’re almost as bad as Magnus.’ Nevertheless, he stepped aside to allow Malcolm to enter the house. There was always the chance Malcolm had not meant to end up here anyway, his portaling had never been up to the standard it had been before Annabel. It had changed, just like everything else about Malcolm.