sunlight | a.lightwood x male oc

Chapter Five: Raising Hell (part i)

"Xander? It's only me," Ted persisted, knocking on the dark wooden door, "We don't have to talk about today, I was just wondering whether or not our film night was still on."

At that, the door cracked open slightly, revealing a stern-faced Alec, holding a rune text book with his middle and forefinger cradling the spine, while his thumb acted as a bookmark.

"Can we watch Sherlock Holmes again?" He asked, averting his eyes to one of his bedposts, which he seemed to find ever so intriguing.

"It's just because you fancy Robert Downey Jr." Ted stated teasingly, forcing a reluctant smile from the raven-haired shadowhunter--Izzy was somewhat invasive about his sexuality, there was more comfort in Ted's words than her's--for one thing, Alec knew the brit wouldn't tell, Isabelle, no matter how much he trusted her, could give too obvious hints, let something slip, especially to Jace.

"Your room?" Alec questioned after a moment's thought, to which the brunet nodded, as he pried the book from the Lightwood boy's fingers, and tucked it away in a drawer on his bedside table.

A quick trip to the kitchen, a scan through Ted's now excessive DVD collection, and a hurried few moments settling down, and the pair were shoulder to shoulder, watching the logos run by. A few remarks were shared, a few looks passed between them, and an unholy amount of hot chocolate was sipped; it was as though they were kids again, all playful eyes and toothy smiles--not that that was exactly a huge part of their childhood, being warriors--but it was nice to find refuge in nights like this. Their world crumbled away and they were immersed in their room, with the curtains drawn and the door runed shut. Just how they liked it.

Persistent thuds awoke the two, confused groans and bleary blinks consuming the two boys for a good fifteen seconds, before Alec started, and went to open the door, Ted wordlessly throwing him a stele which he caught with ease.

"Simon. I think he's trying to leave." Isabelle stated, an urgency in her voice--she must have been serious, Ted figured, especially since she didn't comment on the tousled hair and severely creased t-shirts.

"'M up." the brunet mumbled, assessing his state, before quickly pulling his top over his head and changing it for an ironed one, slipping into his boots, pocketing a stele and his phone before darting out of his room, leaving a slightly flushed Alec and a smirking Isabelle in his wake.

"--going home, Clary. And if you haven't already completely drunk their Kool-Aid, then you're coming with me." Simon muttered tensely.

"Simon, you know I can't."

"Actually, you can," He argued, eyes wandering around the room, suspicion dulling them, "It's not safe here."

Ted approached quietly, lingering back slightly, just as the lift dinged, sounding the arrival of the resident bitch.

"In fact, this is the safest place she could possibly be." Jace corrected firmly, with narrowed eyes and folded arms. Ted had to suppress an eye roll at the way he carried himself--clearly the timing, the stance, the saunter--it was a ploy to intimidate Simon.

"You don't get to talk to me, Captain America." The mundie retorted, pointing an angry finger at the shadowhunter, which the brunet had to admire.

"Considering I'm the guy with the weapons, i can pretty much say whatever I want."

"Jay, I swear on the Angel if you don't get off your bloody high-horse soon--"

"You'll what, Herondale? You'll bake me cookies and tell me not to be rude?" He rolled his eyes and turned to Simon, whose angry expression had yet to diminish, "Back to your room, mundie."