#heavyheartedarcher

Edom.

A place he’d never wanted to be. Never wanted to see. Never wanted to rule. And yet here he was.

And trapped.

The very small comfort being that he had not banished his father back here. At least he didn’t have to tolerate that.

A small comfort considering he would live the rest of his immortal life here. His eyes fell to the ring on his finger. The only one that truly mattered. And his chest ached. How he wished he’d had another moment, even just one, with Alexander.

Days went by so slowly here. Weeks even. It was always hard to tell. No true sun and no moon. Only electrical storms and wind and dust. His kingdom.

And he could never leave.

The air shifted suddenly, in a way it never did here. He stood, magic at the ready but it seemed whatever had caused it was further away then he realized. He made his way to the door, to stare at the open plains of Edom before him.

And saw it.

A portal. Closing. And figures walking from it.

It couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be.

He used the magic he had made ready and portaled there. To the figures making their way across the sand. Before the demons flying above could begin to pick them off.

“You’re drunk.” Maia smiled as watched the shadowhunter sit in the empty chair of the booth she lay claim to. Out of the way of all the partying and crowds of this night. Then again the other’s boyfriend was currently chatting away with Luke so maybe couldn’t blame him for deciding to sit in the nearest available seat. 

“ ‘Nothing major’....” Marcus repeated in gruff sarcasm. Walking over to the Shadowhunter in about three good strides, he batted away Alec’s hands from his arm and the complete mess he was making of his dressing in an attempt to fix it himself in his stubbornness. “Hold still.”

Alec chuckled softly and rolled his eyes at his parabatai. “How did you not notice that it was too big until now?”