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send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them. (Still Accepting) @takeseffort​ sent 🍒 + @seesbright​

@takeseffort​ sent: ♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.

nonsexual acts of intimacy meme | accepting { You went right for the feels and I'm so here for it! } 

         It's been a long day. 

         Well. Not so much for Magnus, who had risen at his usual hour (noon) and spent the long afternoon in a lovely little Grecian Library near the coast of Santorini, reading a very specific and very rare book about ancient ceremony practices. But for Alexander... 

         As far as the Warlock can tell (because Shadowhunters insist on cloaking their business in ridiculous layers of secrecy), Alec had been leading a city-wide hunt for a ravaging Mantid Demon since Tuesday, an endeavor that only wrapped up sometime in the last two hours. The younger man presented himself at Bane's door mostly intact, but with heavy bruising of sleeplessness under his eyes and an apology on his lips. 

         "None of that, now..." Magnus had chided, but gently. "...Come sit down before you fall down." 

         Guiding Alec into the apartment, he settled the Shadowhunter onto the one couch long enough for his entire (not inconsiderable) frame, conjuring a generously boozed martini with the snap of his fingers. Bane handed it to Alec with an expression that said Trust Me, You Need This, and then (careful of Lightwood's skittishness) sat down beside him.

        He needn't have worried. Within minutes, Alexander had sunk into the couch like a puppet with its strings cut, listing sideways until Magnus caught his drooping head and guided it down to rest in his lap. The martini went untouched, banished back to ether, and Alec's drawn features finally smoothed out with sleep.

         And Magnus... Magnus indulged himself. He stared down at Alexander with an expression of undisguised wonder, eyes tracing the angles and valleys of the younger man’s face. Committing them to memory, because how could he not? Lightly (so as to not wake him), the Warlock ghosted the pad of his thumb along the divot between Alec’s brows, a space too often furrowed with stress, or displeasure, or guilt. He trailed his touch down a dark eyebrow, to rest gently at Lightwood’s temple.

@takeseffort​ asked:  ‘ [TEXT] Are you ignoring me? ‘ // text message starter.

     It was late afternoon, with some time left until dinner, and the house was eerily quiet. Jonathan could only imagine what the others were doing, what meaningless activities and distractions they indulged in, not knowing that this might be one of their last days on this earth. He’d tried to get closer to them, Clary in particular, but he knew not to push too hard right away, even though he’d like to. While he might be eager to get to know her, Sebastian Verlac was not - not quite as much - so he had to lay low and remember his purpose. With nothing better to do he’d retreated to the family’s private library, brushed through the shelves and picked out a book here and there to get a closer look. There were many of the classic Shadowhunter books he’d read as a child, on demon hunting, on warlocks and other Downworlders, on Raziel and the use of runes, but also novels and poetry collections from various authors, some of which were familiar to him and some who were not.

He was just flipping through a book of sonnets about the four seasons when the creaking of a door behind him caught his attention. He turned to see Alexander, the eldest of the Lightwood children, enter the room, and instantly offered him a soft smile. (It was beautiful, but the emotions in it felt dead and cold.) They hadn’t talked much since his arrival but, much to his surprise, he’d noticed a certain friendliness directed at him coming from Alec and he had every intention of using it to his advantage.      “I thought you’ve all gone to take a nap, quiet as it is. I’ve been looking at the books in here - impressive collection,” he said, running his thumb over the book’s spine. With every conversation he had with one of Clary’s little friends it became easier to impersonate the stranger who wasn’t quite sure of his place in this house and tried to make the others warm up to him by being unnaturally polite.

 @takeseffort​ sent “ I mean, I was looking forward to a date with a psychopath but I suppose a off-the-shelf human will have to do instead. “ (okay but online dating & sarcasm why not)