Malec - One Shots.

Never.

The painting was a field of flowers, with deep and rich blues and yellows atop vibrant green stems that seemed to beckon you to reach right in and pick them. But that was impossible. I think Griffin knew I liked the picture because a smile formed on his lips and his arms looped with mine.

“Makes you want to jump inside right?” Griffin whispered in my ear. I didn’t expect him to be that close and my body jumped in response but quickly calmed and replied with a smile.

“Hmm…” I murmured, still engrossed in the picture. I didn’t particularly like art museums; other museums were great especially when Jace was there, because he would comment on how Shadow hunters actually saved the king or how we fought the harsher war.

A small chuckle found itself on the cusp of my lips at the memories but due to the next picture which pushed the air from my lungs making me gasp at its beauty, the chuckle never lived.

The painting stretched from the roof to the floor with only a few centimetres gap for the frame work. A plaque to the left held a small notice declaring the artist and the artwork’s name but the words were dusty and scratched, making them hard to read.

The painting was dark, powerful and mysterious with light swirls of white and flickers of glitter in all shades. It reminded me of Magnus which as usually when I thought of him brought a lump to my throat. How could I ever let him go, even Griffin didn’t lessen my thoughts of him.

But just like the background of the picture reminded me of him more, Magnus’ name as the High Warlock of Brooklyn gave him power but the white swirls on top showed his pure soul. Then the glitter, how he loved glitter.

I found myself smiling, not at the picture but at a blank wall as I thought. But then the way he had left, the way he had said how he didn’t care. It amazed me how pain doesn’t hurt like a cut or bruise would. It is a heavy feeling that cannot be shook.

Before my head had time to spin or my heart to feel too heart to beat, Griffin laughed and grabbed my arm dragging me over to a smaller painting. His smile helped me push the thoughts of my first love aside even though they continued to sweep into my mind like a poison.

“Don’t you just love the art Alec?” Griffin sighed. I nodded my head but I guess I never saw me. “Look, if you don’t like it we could leave? There is a lovely little coffee shop just around the corner we could go to?” His optimism was beautiful.

“I don’t think you should leave here just because of me.”

“Shush. We’re going.” He insisted and – still holding my arm – tugged me out of the long winding corridors of the museum and out into the open street. The fresh air helped with the thumping in my head but lack of oxygen wasn’t the reason it was there in the first place.

The inner city grew out of the cracked sidewalk and the streetlights lit up the darkening city. I never realised it was so late.

It didn’t take long to get to the coffee shop and once there we sat in a booth together. His fingers laced with mine and drew a long sigh from my lips. Upon hearing my sigh he lifted my chin so he could see me perfectly then laid his lips against mine. The kiss was brief and his lips tasted of salt. Just like the first time we had kissed, I expected fireworks, tingles and desires but it was nothing more than a kiss.

The bell on the door rung as someone else walked in, which considering the shop was empty except a college student in the corner, made us both look. My heart stammered. His cat-like eyes caught my blue orbs and we held a gaze.

The man by my side nudged my shoulder and broke our gaze. “Alec?” He questioned with burrowed eyebrows. His hand held mine tighter as the man from the door walked over.

“Four years, you haven’t changed a bit.” Magnus spoke, I guessed it was a compliment and smiled back. His body seemed to move backwards a little at my smile.

“Four years, you haven’t changed your outfits.” I spoke the truth. Magnus was dressed in skin-tight pants and a loose shirt with the top few buttons open. Over the top he wore a furry coat that went down to the back of his knees, but it was winter. Winter was cold.

He laughed at my remark and it made the lump rise in my throat again and my stomach flutter with butterflies. How could he still do this to me? Spark a reaction like it was no big deal.

“Uh…This is Griffin.” I added, trying to change the subject. They shook hands but I saw a flash of something…unusual in Magnus’ eyes. Was that jealousy?

“You two need some time, I can tell. Old friends?” He asked but none of us replied so he quickly squished past me but stood watching us. “I’ll just go to the bathroom.” Griffin pressed his lips to my cheek quickly then left. He must have done that to prove something to the sexy guy in front of me. Neither of us talked for a minute or two and the silence was awkward.

“The cricket in the background is killing me, please say something.” Magnus told me but tried to make it sound like a question. He wasn’t the only one suffering in this silence. A hot anger rose out of nowhere and fuelled me my words.

"What do you want me to say? You left me, which was your call. You made it pretty adamant that you never wanted to see me again.”

“Alexander, Sweetie-”

“Don’t call me that.” I cut him off. Yes, I still cared. No, I didn’t want to get hurt again. And him using sweetie would set a light to the fuse attached to my heart. He parted his lips to talk but then pressed them together and swallowed his words.

The college student from in the corner of the room had now stood up and began the walk to the door. Maybe this would be less awkward if the room was empty, completely. As soon as the student left he started again but this time with a question.

“So, Griffin? Is that a long time thing or?”

I didn’t answer. Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want too.

“I see.” He answered his own question and stood up. Instinctively I presumed he was leaving too. So much for the reunion I had only cried over. But he didn’t leave. Magnus stepped closer and took my hand in his while standing forcing my body to turn to his direction. Our eyes locked like when he had first entered the café but I couldn’t prepare myself for his next move.

The next thing I knew, he had slammed his lips to mine and nearly knocked all wind from my lungs.

I hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips and, at my grant of access, delved inside my mouth. It was a very intense kiss with the strong scent of old wine being exchanged in the intermingling of our billowing breaths. My arms reached up and tangled around his thick, strong neck. In an instant I had pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, moaning in the contact of his body against my own, before I drew back into his lips.

After realising what had happened I pushed him away slightly and without questioned he stood back up straight. My heart longed for him to be mine again and the look in his eyes mirrored my emotions.

“I’m sorry for saying what I did. I do want you here and I do care.” Magnus’ words seeped into my skin, my mind and my soul. I wanted to go with him without question but what about Griffin. Had he seen us? I hoped not and stood up, my jumper ruffling at the sleeves showing my marks.

“No going back this time?” I asked. A quote Jace had once told me when at a theme park when we were kids sprung to mind. What is life without risks? A life without Love. I told myself. A life without Magnus.

“Never.” He agreed.

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