Not the Angel's Wish *COMPLETED*

Chapter 66

Alec's POV

"Magnus, where are we going?" Alec asked as Magnus kept snapping Alec into different outfits, occasionally nodding in satisfaction when he saw one he liked, putting it to the side. Right now, Alec's reflection showed that he was dressed in a light green leather jacket with a dark grey shirt that was almost black, and pants that clung to his legs tightly.

"The Institute," Magnus replied, snapping his fingers once again.

"Why? And what's with all of the outfits?"

"I can't decide which one you look best in," Magnus said, shaking his head, snapping his fingers again.

"But why does it matter?"

"Well, we have dinner tonight with hundreds of Nephilim. Don't you think you should look nice?"

Alec frowned playfully. "Do I not look nice in what I normally wear?"

Magnus looked up at him, also frowning. "Stop. You know I think you look good in anything. Heck, you could wear a garbage bag like a dress, and I'd still think you're drop-dead gorgeous."

Alec could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. "Okay," He squeaked, unsure of what else to say.

Magnus chuckled softly, changing Alec's outfit once again."Ooooh," He exclaimed. "I think we have a winner."

Alec eyed his reflection. He was wearing a tight green shirt, a black throw-over jacket, light jeans, and thank the Angel, combat boots.

"I don't know, Mags. I think the shirt's a bit small,"

"It's not. You always just wear clothing that's too big, even though you really shouldn't."

"My clothes aren't too big," Alec complained.

"They're baggy."

"And?"

"Now, to style your hair..." Magnus moved on as if Alec had never said a thing. "Maybe green glitter to match the shirt, or black might look interesting..."

"Magnus, no."

Magnus stuck his lower lip out. "Why not?" He pouted.

"I'm a shadowhunter, Mags. I don't do glitter."

"And I ask again, why not?"

Alec rolled his eyes.

Magnus sighed. "Stop rolling your eyes."

Alec bit his lip, smiling. "Make me."

Magnus clicked his tongue. "You're being a bad boy, Alexander."

"Am I?" Alec asked innocently.

Magnus walked towards his fiance, running his fingers across one of the scars on Alec's neck. "I'll have to punish you later," Magnus whispered.

...

"Mr. Lightwood, wonderful seeing you." Raphael Santiago stuck his hand out for Alec to shake.

Alec to his hand, shaking firmly. "Same to you, Mr. Santiago.

Magnus gagged dramatically. "You guys don't have to be so formal," Magnus told them. "I would much rather prefer if you two would start to get along better."

"That might prove difficult, after past events," Alec forced out.

Raphael looked away shamefully.

Magnus sighed. "That's all water under the bridge. Raphael is practically a son to me, and my fiance isn't even on a first name bases with him. Quite disappointing, if you ask me."