have you ever written anything about Alec and Magnus getting ready for and going to Pandemonium?
i’ve written about them at pandemonium several times but never getting ready so here we are
there was something hazy about the night, the sunset still green at the horizon outside behind the glittering skyline of new york. it was worse inside and alec hadn’t had anything to drink yet but he found himself feeling a little bit tipsy. maybe it had been the kisses, his body pressed against magnus’s in the doorway, the feeling of magnus’s tongue in his mouth and his hands on his hips still making his head spin. or maybe it was just the way he felt as he stood in front of the full length mirror, slowly buttoning a shirt up over dark swirls of chest hair and the edges of his dark black runes.
there was something warm and slow about this evening and about the night he knew was to come. and it got even more so as he stopped buttoning just short of his throat as magnus emerged from the bathroom. he was wearing a burgundy shirt that was hugging his arms in a way that caught every bit of alec’s attention. it was buttoned all the way up to magnus’s adam’s apple, silver necklaces spilling down over his chest, and that always made it a thousand time worse, didn’t it.
and of course magnus knew, he always knew, their eyes catching in the mirror as he walked up behind alec, pressing close enough that the warmth of his body made alec’s eyelids droop.
“it looks good on you.” magnus murmured, and he was close enough that alec could feel his breath on his neck, a shiver shooting down his spine as warm palms pressed into his arms. alec found himself powerless against the urge to lean back into magnus’s chest. he stared at him in the mirror for a second, half lidded eyes and then he glanced back, their faces almost close enough that he could have kissed him.
“that’s because you picked it out.” alec replied, his voice low and a grin pulling at his lips.