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It was dangerously close to becoming a routine. So much that they'd made adjustments to the wards so that Magnus could get in and out without always having to go through the Institute. But that didn't mean it wasn't a risk, it was. An emergency, the boys with a nightmare, anything. They'd discussed it plenty of times.

But sleeping without Alec was becoming increasingly difficult.

Magnus wrapped his arms around Alec, pushing closer. His eyes closed as Alec nuzzled into his hair. His own hand started brushing over Alec's stomach.

      he wouldn't call himself alec's friend ( or magnus' for that matter ) but       even he can understand what azazel's little game might have done to       the both of them. he can still hear magnus yelling for his mother, in       valentine's borrowed voice ( who would he call out for, he wonders       absently, if the agony rune was ever turned on him ). normally he       wouldn't care, but sue him, maybe he's getting soft in his old age.       ❝ alec... how's magnus doing...? ❞

         A weight so heavy he can’t fathom waking up every morning. And yet, he does. Emerald hues boring into faded ceilings and faded walls, just another empty soul carving out a space for himself in a senseless universe. Time and time again without fail. He lives without meaning to, without wanting to, without a say. And he runs, needlessly and endlessly, never letting them catch a scent on him. 

        More afraid of losing the bare minimum he’d been spared with.  

        A murmur is uttered in romanian when he steps outside in the rain. Cursing under his breath at the cold breeze that follows a passing care. Streaks of mud dirtying his already worn down shoes. He looks this way and right before crossing to get to the cafe shop across his place, settling in one of the dry tables at its front as he waited for his usual to be served at this point. He knew that enough should tell him he should move but human sentiment was growing on him. 

     “ how’s izzy ? “ she hadn’t meant to over-hear his phone conversation, but   P R E T E N D I N G  like she hadn’t stumbled in on a private siblings moment would have been worse.even so,  isabelle probably wanted alec to relay of a version of their conversation to everyone else. maybe just not so soon but -- “ is she safe ? “ 

‘Magnus sends his apologies, he’s running a little late,’ Ragnor said when Alec entered the apartment. He did not enjoy being left to entertain Magnus’ boyfriend and it was evident in the tone of his voice. However, he indicated the chair opposite and said, ‘You may as well sit. Magnus assured me he would not be long, but I’ve learned always to believe the opposite of whatever he says.’