2~ I Can Try and Suck It Up

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For a few moments all Magnus did was stare at the wooden door, the sound of it shutting reverberating off in his ears in a hollow echo, traveling all throughout his body until stopping at his heart, a resounding thud matching in time with the organ before fading away, leaving it as hollow as the echoes themselves. He could still feel Alec's warmth, could still feel his soft lips on the skin of his forehead, could still smell his intoxicating scent of tangy grass, mixed with the scent of rainfall and sandalwood with the strange scent of something otherworldly; like magic only... Sweeter. Purer. It was a scent that drove the demon part of him crazy. And now it was gone. For a month. Magnus grimaced at the thought.

He had been separated from his Shadowhunter before due to hunts and investigations that could take a week to two weeks time, but never for an entire month. The Warlock's heart and mind cried out in protest. How was he expected to go on without knowing that Alec was only a couple days away? That he couldn't check up on him to make sure he was uninjured?

"A month? You're serious?" He said incredulously, looking at the frowning Shadowhunter in front of him.

"Unfortunately, yes. And there's another thing... I, won't be able to talk to you at night like I usually do. The trijak demons are... Incredibly sensitive. Something about feeling the vibrations in the air." Alec grimaced. "Which means cell phones are a big no."

He couldn't contact him, couldn't hear his voice, couldn't even make sure he was alright! Magnus ran a hand through his hair in frustration, it was down from its usual spikes, hanging into his face and falling past his shoulders. He had left it down at his lover's request and now it was in slightly messy tangles. He sighed, standing up and stretching, shivering as the cold air hit the smooth skin of his stomach as his shirt raised.

'Well,' he thought, starting towards the bedroom. 'I might as well get ready for a boring and uneventful day.' The thought made another uncharacteristic sigh pass his lips.

~OxoXoxO~

By the time Magnus finally left the bedroom; clad in a pair of skin tight, black leather pants, a large silver belt around his waist with a neon green shirt that rode up his stomach every time he moved and a pair of icy blue combat boots -What? One must look good even when moping!- the sun was well into the sky, letting the Warlock know that it was close to one. Right on time for his usual schedule. So, after getting his usual coffee fix and snapping some breakfast into existence -and eating it-, he made towards the living room only to stop at a sudden flash of silver in his vision. 'What..?' He turned, moving towards one of the far corners near the coffee pot, inhaling sharply when he saw what the cause of the flash was. It was Alec's stele, sitting there as if it had always been. But he could have sworn it hadn't been there a few moments before...

He shook his head. It didn't matter. If Alec didn't have his stele then he wouldn't be able to heal himself; and even though he had probably already left with a replacement it was still worth a shot. He grasped the stele in his hand, ignoring the slight burn of metal on his palm. Who knew, maybe he could see his Shadowhunter one last time. Magnus smiled at the thought, not even noticing the flash of black that darted around the corner.

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