The Mortal Instruments; Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn

The Moon and the Yew Tree

I stared up at the sky. The eternal space. The occasional star can be seen. The pollutive light of the city didn't allow a natural light to be seen - even miles away. 

Though, I would not be surprised if it were Magnus that lit up the sky. His eyes glow so intensely that I cannot handle looking at them in darkness. They entice me. I stare... And lose myself in his very being. 

I whispered, "Magnus..." 

Magnus looked at me. He frowned slightly. Something that only enhanced his features. 

"Yes, Darling?" 

I paused for a moment. Evaluated his structure. Sometimes, it's hard to tell whether he was real or not... He looks as if he were straight from a fairie tale, perfect - too perfect for this world. Then I realised that he was not of this world. He was part demon. 

I dismissed the thought, "You know a lot about me. But I don't know much about you.." I implied that he give me tales on his endeavours. Surely, he must have some kind of story to tell of his past.

Magnus' faint smile vanished, "Though I'm very interesting... And I'm sure you'd love to hear my life story... Perhaps another time." He looked at the sky. 

I insisted, "Please?" 

Magnus' mouth twitched. He nodded, "One story, okay?" 

He began to tell me of how he had once loved a Shadowhunter. His name was untold, but he said he was handsome... How they once kissed. Unfortunately, the love was forbidden and Magnus soon had to leave him. After, he mentioned Peru. But there - he stopped. 

I left silence hanging in the air for a couple of minutes. 

"That sounds... annoying." 

Magnus stifled a laugh, "Only annoying?" 

I looked the other way, unknowing of how to reply. I've never been that great with love. It's not my strongest topic. My heart sank at the thought of him kissing another person... 

As if to shut off the conversation, Magnus took a gentle hold of my jaw and leaned in, kissing me passionately on the lips. I tensed, taken aback by this; but I welcomed Magnus with warmth and pleasant reply. Magnus moved closer, so close that I could feel my hips against his; he caressed my side gently as I reached to unbutton his shirt.

I struggled, so he, as embarrased as I was, helped me remove his clothes. I felt a shudder down my spine as he kissed my neck, pulling off my black shirt and delving his lips into my collar bones.

I winced, he dug his teeth into my neck - a passionate kiss left as a heartless apology. He ran his warm hands under my back. I felt for his arms, and then his shoulder blades; whereupon I began to instinctively kiss his hot skin. He felt strong, like stone, underneath his seamless canvas - a perfect sculpture for my hands only. He was mine.

Magnus' eyes darted over to the city. 

Magnus whispered, "We have trouble."