the old broken down cathedral was thick with silence. it was that heightened over aware kind of silence that made every breath feel a little harder to take. it was dark, save for the artificial light that spilled up one of the statues at the center of the main dais. the rest of the room was cleared out, save for a few broken down pews. everything seemed to be tipped with gold and that gold had a dull shine in the light from the candles burning at the five points of the circle around magnus’s feet.
that candlelight was a warm glow in the midst of grey murky darkness that smelled a bit like mold. the candlelight was the only thing bringing any warmth to this space, casting long dark shadows on the walls, the light licking up magnus’s bare torso as he stood readying himself, magic already flickering at his fingertips.
it was lighting up alec was well, his tight concerned expression, the worry that was hanging around his jaw as he stood there with his arms crossed, bow and holster still on. the orange light crawled up the edges of his wild hair, catching on the inky blackness of his runes. but it didn’t make his distress any more sinister, mostly because magnus knew exactly why he looked like this. he fought the urge to try and placate him again, breathing in deeply and closing his eyes as he snapped his fingers and started to cast in a circle.