upstairs on the roof, where the sounds of the party were muffled and the lights were low, the echoing laughter from downstairs the only thing cutting the sound of the wind and of new york city itself, alec found him. magnus was standing at the roof’s edge, a glass of whiskey in hand, silhouetted by the skyline and he looked just as handsome as he had a couple of hours ago.
he had looked gorgeous then in the low lamp light as alec smoothed his fingers over his lapels and straightened his tie. he had been giving alec an incredulous look as he asked yet again what it was that alec had planned. and for the hundredth time that night, alec had only leaned in to peck his lips and whisper, “none of your business.”
now, in the same dark navy suit, the velvet fabric catching the soft low light, magnus looked just as good, bringing the sparkling glass of whiskey to his lips to take a slow sip. alec smiled to himself, stepping closer and sliding his arms around magnus’s waist as he gently pressed their cheeks together. instantly all of the stately control that had been hanging around magnus’s shoulders melted just a little bit, as he relaxed into the touch and let their heads rest together.
“happy birthday, mr. lightwood-bane.” alec whispered, right there against his skin and immediately magnus’s lips spread into a huge smile, his free hand dragging over alec’s forearm. after a moment, magnus turned his face to catch just the edge of alec’s mouth in the softest, warmest kiss.