kiss me with rain on your eyelashes
this is a mix of show!canon and book!canon when it comes to magnus’ past
tw: non-graphic description of drowning, past trauma
(thank you to my wonderful beta @magnusragnor who, as always, did an amazing job and put up with my anxious self. i love you)
He should have known from the moment he woke up to the sound of Alec moving around the dark room, stubbing his toe against the dresser and muttering curses under his breath, that this wasn’t going to be the best day. The fact that it was still dark and Alec wasn’t laying in bed, under the warm sheets and and wrapped around Magnus should have been a clue.
“Alexander?” he murmured sleepily.
Through half lidded eyes he saw Alec freeze, his silhouette framed by the city lights filtering through the gap in the curtains they forgot to close the night before, a thin ray of ghostly white breaking through the shadows.