Soulmates (A Malec Fanfiction)

Late Night's Work

Magnus sighed and closed the door as his last client of the day left, grumbling angrily about how the price of magic had gone up since the 80s. 1880s, he meant. Magnus rolled his eyes, will of course the price had gone up. With mundanes being even nosier than ever his job was getting a lot harder and he felt like there was always some issue that needed his help. Being the High Warlock of an area like Brooklyn was a lot busier than anticipated. He looked at the ink staining his forearms and sighed sadly, he had been looking forward to a peaceful, candle-lit night with Chairman Meow and a glass of red wine but instead had spent his night with a young warlock who was having trouble understanding the demonic language of his father. 

 "Maybe I'm not cut out for this job..." Magnus said with a sigh, washing the ink off, not wanting to have to meet his next client with demonic writing on his arms. So many people were fine with paying Magnus for his magic, often about getting rid of demons, ignoring Magnus' own heritage the whole time. He looked at the yelllow cat eyes in the mirror and glared at them disdainfully. He wished, not for the first time, that he had been given a warlock's mark that would be more easily hidden than cat eyes. He sipped from the glass of wine in his hand, then set it down on the counter of his messy kitchen. 

 He sighed and looked at the clock, then saw that it was just after one in the morning. He went to his bedroom and searched through his wardrobe to find an outfit that he could wear for a night out. The image of the handsome head of the New York Institute was still in his head but he promised himself to not think about another Shadowhunter. After Will...well it was better to just not think about it and maybe a night out and a few cocktails would help wash away his feelings of loneliness that even his beloved cat couldn't ward off. 

 He decided to put on his silk shirt, unbuttoned down to just above the end of his rib cage and in a flamboyant purple colour. This paired with his tight black jeans and eyeliner made his look rather stunning, in his own not so humble opinion. His nails needed a top up, but he really couldn't be bothered to do it himself so he waved his hands in the air then wandered onto the balcony while he waited for his black nail varnish to dry naturally. 

 What is going on... Magnus peered over the edge of the balcony, his eyesight catching a glimpse of black leather jackets disappearing into the door of a nearby night club. A flash of red confirmed Magnus's suspicions that Clary was there, most likely meaning Jace as well. He couldn't tell from such a distance if the third, who was black haired, was Isabelle or Alec. The warlock hoped for it to be Alec as he sprayed his favourite scent and walked out of his apartment. He could have just portalled, but he felt that the cool night air would be good for him, and he needed the walk. That pesky demon had taken hours of Magnus's time and it had quite ruined what Magnus had hoped would be a peaceful night in. 

 When he arrived, Magnus looked around and scanned the crowded bar for a glimpse of someone that he could spend the remainder of the morning drinking beside. Two vampires were taking plasma shots, a werewolf was tucking into a rare steak and some of the fair folk were arguing about some reality TV show that Magnus had no interest in. He took a seat on the high stools that lined the bar and asked the bar tender for a beer, that was quickly handed to him. 

 "So, having a nice drink?" a familiar accent broke Magnus' train of thought and he looked over to see the pale face of his old vampire companion looking at him over a glass of blood. "Raphael, you look rather pale. You should get some more sun," Magnus said sarcastically, his irritation at being kept working late showing in his attitude as Raphael raised his eyebrow and sipped his drink. 

 "Rough night." It was an observation, not a question so Magnus didn't respond, just raised his glass and drank from it in silence. That was what Magnus liked about Raphael, the vampire never asked questions that weren't necessary, and he was perfectly comfortable with drinking in silence. Despite Magnus' normally cheery and flamboyant personality, sometimes the warlock was perfectly happy with drinking without the hassle of conversation. 

 "Excuse me, do any of these markings look familiar to you?" the voice of Clary Fray broke through the silence and made Magnus jump slightly, he hadn't been concentrating and the girl obviously had her stealth rune. He turned to reply but found her holding a sheet of paper up to Raphael, who shook his head. Magnus saw Alec out of the corner of his eye, and before the Shadowhunter had a chance to ask him, Magnus had darted out the door. 

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