Forbidden Love - Malec Dystopian AU

Glitter

This one is going to be longer. I have a lot to get into this chapter.

Pov: Alec

We exited the portal in a corridor that I hadn't seen before. Granted, I had seen barely any of the Council tower so anywhere we came out would probably be new to me. However, this corridor reminded me of the dormitory corridors for young Elite we have back at the Compound. There were some slight differences though. Where there were lists of rules on the walls at the Compound, instead there were large tapestries depicting scenes from the Demonic war. The doors were golden instead of brown, and there weren't piles of discarded clothes and Seraph blades all over the floor.

A door at the end of the corridor opened and out walked a brunette. She was young in appearance, her brown hair falling over her shoulders in waves. Her dress was a dark purple, and looked as if it had come from another era. Her face broke into a radiant smile as she noticed our group standing in the middle of the passage. She called over her shoulder, "Jem, Jem! Get out here! Magnus has finally found someone!" 

Another person exited the room behind the woman, brushing his silver hair out of his eyes. He wore the old gear that the Elite used to wear, back when they had been known as the Shadowhunters. "Really Tessa, and who could that be?" He turned to look at me and his eyes widened. "You really know how to make a statement, don't you Magnus?" Magnus just nodded and smiled as Tessa took Jem's arm and they made their way down the hallway.

"Dinner's in an hour guys, just to let you know." Tessa smiled radiantly as they walked away past us.

"Well, I've got to go and make sure the cooks don't mess up dinner again. See you guys later." Warp disappeared in a flash of purple light, blinding me temporarily. I started as Magnus pulled me towards a door decorated with pink glitter. He pushed it open and I stopped in my tracks. I stared.

Magnus' apartment looked like a glitter machine had barfed all over a nineteenth century mansion.

The sofa was an old fabric couch, but it was also covered in golden glitter, in fact, almost everything in the main room was covered in some sort of glitter.

"What happened in here? It looks like you got bored and just started chucking glitter everywhere." I asked Magnus.

"That's exactly what happened actually. " Magnus smiled wider as he answered the question. "I was bored of filling in paperwork so I got out most of my glitter and did some redecorating."

"I will never understand your obsession with glitter. Ever."

Magnus just laughed and dragged me into another room. He pulled open some doors to reveal what was probably millions of clothes and started to search through them for something.

"What are you doing?" I asked, confused and a little shocked at the quantity of clothes in his wardrobe.

"You need something clean to wear to dinner and since you only have those dirty clothes that you are currently wearing on you, you are going to have to borrow something of mine. " Magnus shouted from within the depths of his wardrobe. He had disappeared into the mass of clothes.

Eventually, he emerged carrying some clothes that looked suspiciously like old gear. "This should fit."

"Where did you get that?"

"Stole it from an Institute during the Demonic war." Magnus handed the old gear to me and shoved me out into the main room, through another door and into an art deco style bathroom.

"Now get changed." He instructed before leaving the room and closing the door. I heard him re-enter what I could only describe as the dressing room, presumably to find something to wear. I sighed and undressed.

The gear fitted perfectly.

I wasn't surprised. Magnus had been around for hundreds of years and could probably tell someone's exact size just by looking at them.

I exited the bathroom to see Magnus lounging on the glitter sofa watching the TV. He paused the TV and turned his head to look at me when he heard the door close.

"You look amazing." He said, smiling widely. I moved to sit down next to him. 

"What are you watching?" I asked.

"A documentary about a legend of a monster in a lake in Puno, Peru. The monster is half horse and half large mournful chicken."

"That can't possibly exist."

"It doesn't. They just found out that the legend started in 1890 because of someone's terrible playing of a charango, a traditional Peruvian instrument made out of the shell of an armadillo."

Magnus pressed the play button and the guy on the TV started speaking again.

"We have just found out that other things associated with this charango player are some rumours that both them and their teacher were performing arcane rituals using the skull of an elephant, a ridiculously large mushroom, and a hat. Another thing that this person is blamed for is the freak llama migration of 1890."

"That guy must have been really bad at playing the charango." I said, only to see Magnus staring off into space. "Magnus?"

"What?" The man was still talking in the background but I ignored it.

"You okay?"

"Oh yeah, it's just that these things seem familiar, but I can't quite remember why." We turned back to the TV and continued watching.

"New evidence shows that the teacher of the abysmal charango player was a young boy called Imasu Morales." Magnus snapped his fingers.

"I remember now! That charango player was me!"

I stared at Magnus.

"What?"

"How was that charango player yo-" A knock on the door stopped me from saying anything else.

This one is A LOT longer than any of the others I have done so far.