Shadowhunter imagines and preferences

Magnus*No Tea Tonight PT3

Magnus awoke already annoyed. He didn't know what at but either way he was giving Chairman Meow the side-eye as he drank his coffee. "Must you meow so loud?" He snapped at one single meow from the cat.

Chairman seemed to stare into his soul before he meows again, as loud as a cat possibly could.

The warlock rolled his eyes and focused his attention on Brooklyn's skyline. A nice, penthouse, flat that he didn't even have to worry about the rent on. Antique furniture's and artifacts dating back farther than the ones in the museums, and better qualities. A city, world even, of Downworlders who respected him and lusted after him. How could he complain?

Magnus mulled these thoughts over in his head. On paper his life was perfect. He was even immortal. If anything, that was a curse. Once his immortality sunk into his mind he realized something awful; he would always outlive who he loved. His family and childhood friends aged and died around him. New friends were there for a blink of an eye. 

He hadn't been able to stay anywhere long. They'd realize he hadn't aged, or he'd be forced to watch them suffer that fate. The few immortals he met were the only ones he wouldn't lose to age. Vampires and warlocks who hardened over time as they felt the pain of every generation. Every tragedy. Every death.

It was hell.

No one lives as long as him without a tragedy and after so many, it's hard to smile. The immortal friends he did make were...quirky. Ragnar tested his patients at every moment, Cat was always busy and like a proper adult, and Tessa kept getting hung up on immortals. But they were friends, family even.

Its why he clung so long to Camille. She didn't age, she wouldn't get stolen by time. He dealt with someone so toxic because at least she was there.Then there was (Y/N). when they met they never said what they were? Not all Downworlders are obvious, werewolves hide scars, vampires are seen in nightclubs, Seelie's learn to talk mundane, and warlocks use glamours. (Y/N) could've been a mundane with a sight for all he knew.

Even still, not knowing how long they would have, Magnus fell for (Y/N). they'd met through Ragnar but were nothing alike. It was a ball, drinks were flowing, music was playing, and peoples sins hide in the corner.

(Y/N) wasn't drinking Magnus noticed. Only wetting their lips with the wine. So, he called her out. "You learn so much more when they think you know so little." Was all they said, smirking then walking out into the gardens.

Magnus followed. "What do you want to learn?" he asked.

"Nothing. Everything. Doesn't matter," they shrugged, not slowing their pace for the warlock, "It's like a collection. Some are prized others are left dusty. Did you know the Duchess of Versailles was the mistress of Lady Manda?" Magnus raised an eyebrow, "On its own, it doesn't matter. Unless you also know Lady Manda's husband Lord Gordon was trying to create a trade with the prince of Austria who has a feud with the Duke over their son's affair together."

"How do you know all that?" Magnus asked, stopping his walk as (Y/N) stopped to sniff the roses.

"Simple, I'm nothing. My stations not high enough to care, not low enough to look down on. My money's not known to them and around here I'm known to have a drink. When I drink, they drink. When they drink, I listen." (Y/N) plucked a rose, putting it Magnus's top pocket, "If I was you, I'd start buying grain from the Duke. The prince has his favor,"

"What about the king?"

"You won't have to ask that for long," (Y/N) said, walking away. Magnus didn't follow.