052917 – Spread from reading period. Visited my sister and did fun things in between studying and writing my five (!!!) final papers. Glad to be done with the semester and looking forward to summer adventures ahead!
Rapunzel just became the first Disney Princess to do this, and it’s a big deal
You know how the Disney fairy tale goes: Boy meets girl, one of them happens to be royalty, there’s a bad guy to be fought, the hero wins, and everyone lives happily ever after — yay!
That’s been the norm since the very, very beginning of Disney Princesses. Each princess — whether in their “main” movie, or one of their straight-to-VHS movies — has always, eventually, gotten married to their respective prince*, and then lived happily ever after. Except for Rapunzel.
Rapunzel just became the first Disney princess to straight-up reject a marriage proposal.
So while, yes, we already know that somewhere down the road Rapunzel and Flynn Rider Eugene Fitzherbert get married and live happily ever after, it was not smooth sailing for them.
During Tangled: Before Ever After, Eugene decides he wants to propose to Rapunzel, and does so in front of the whole royal court. Instead of saying yes, Rapunzel says no.
TBH, didn’t realize Disney Princesses could say no to marriage proposals, because we’ve never seen it happen before. This is kinda a big deal. We’re used to seeing this when it comes to the end of Disney movies:
We’ve never seen a princess hightail it away from a suitor, just leaving him hanging there, diamond ring still in hand.
Later on in the movie, Rapunzel (now with her magical hair again — it’s a long story) explains to Eugene that she is not ready to be tied down yet (!!), and he apologizes to her for putting her on the spot with the proposal in front of everyone (!!!).
“I don’t quite understand why you said no, but I promise to do everything I can until I do,” Eugene tells her. Honestly, this is groundbreaking because we have never seen a Disney Princess go through relationship troubles before. Disney Princesses are JUST LIKE US!
It’s clear that Rapunzel and Flynn are not done, and are not breaking up. However, she just asks that they table the marriage proposal for the time being, and asks Eugene to “please…be patient with me.” (It is worth pointing out at this point that Rapunzel spent the first 18 years of her life locked up in a tower, and has only now just reentered the real world and is still getting used to everything. Girl still isn’t even wearing shoes. So yeah, rushing into a marriage is not the best idea ever.)
As Disney princesses continue to evolve and change over time, Rapunzel just became the latest one to break the mold we’re so used to. While she’s certainly got that ~fairy tale~ love, for her, it’s not coming easy. Relationships are hard work, and it’s not just riding away into the sunset in a horse-drawn carriage with a man you just met.
Blondie, take as much time as you need to figure out what YOU want in life, and if marrying Eugene is part of it, then we’re so happy for you two. But if you’d much rather scale the city’s walls and run as far away as possible, that is perfectly fine, too. Go figure out what you want for your next new dream — no relationship pressure, whatsoever.
This is for the beautiful @stylesforinfinity who is an absolute babe and who yesterday was super sweet about my writing, so this is the only form of thank you that seems adequate.
This isn’t how Andrew expected the day to go…
The day starts normal enough. Or as normal as it can with house guests. He and Neil picked up Nicky and Erik from the airport yesterday, and with the jetlag, both are up especially early. It’s them puttering about in the kitchen–the gurgling of the coffee maker, the clinking of mugs, and their whispered voices–that wakes Andrew. Andrew opens his eyes to Neil still fast asleep beside him. The striker’s cheek is creased from where it’s pressed into the pillow, and his bangs have curled over his eyes. Andrew’s fingers twitch to fix it.
It’s only a few moments before Neil’s eyes flutter open, the blue of them softened by the early morning sun bleeding in through the curtains.
“Morning,” Neil mumbles, a lazy smile tugging at his lips.
i’m working rn and i shouldn’t be on Tumblr so shhh don’t tell my boss (it’s me. i’m my boss.)
Celebrity secret dating AU, where Killian is a musician, Emma is an actress, they met some time ago on the set of a music video for one of Killian’s songs, and they are trying to hide their relationship from the world because they think what they have together will be ruined if they reveal themselves and get thrown into the spotlight.
But die-hard fans keep thwarting their plans by noticing stupid small stuff, like how they both “coincidentally” seem to be working in the same cities at the same time so much, and how Killian has a ring on his right ring finger that looks exactly the same as the ring hanging from a necklace Emma wears a lot, and how Killian seems to go red when someone talks about Emma during a TV interview. So like, there’s this entire sect of fandom that is convinced that they’re together but they have no real, solid proof. And then everyone else thinks those fans drink too much caffeine and all their ideas are really crack theories.
And then all hell breaks loose when Emma uploads a selfie to Twitter from a hotel room without realizing that the head and neck of one of Killian’s signature guitars is peeking out in the bottom corner.
capricorns are remanded as icy, but their bones shake to create warmth. the capricorn crown radiates heat. they are not icicles, but snow angels. a hanging halo ring around her like the rings of saturn
TalesFromYourServer: I really just need to rant about the sheer lack of observational skills some people have.
I bartend at a local chain that has become a pretty serious staple to the area. When I tell people where I work, they get excited at the mere mention of the place. It’s pretty awesome, actually. We have never claimed to be authentic Mexican. There are GIGANTIC neon signs in the window advertising “Tacos” “Tequila” and mother fuckin “Whiskey”. We have 30 taps, ALL of which are constantly rotating craft microbrews, with the one exception being Pacifico. We have some bomb ass salsas, quesos and guacamoles as appetizers and the ONLY entree we have is tacos. Build your own tacos, at that. They’re seriously so good, I’ve been there over 2 years and still eat our food on the reg. Our owners value individuality in their staff, and as a result, the only dress code rules are no open toed shoes, because duh, no septum rings hanging out and no crop tops. Half of our staff (including myself) are heavily tattooed and have anything from dreads to colorful hair. So imagine my surprise when an entire group of people from the area had never even HEARD of us (I don’t buy it), claimed everything was great but upon receiving their bill were turned off because they were expecting an “authentic Mexican dinner”. IM SORRY, but what was your first hint that perhaps you’re not going to be dining as one would in Tijuana? Was it that your only choice is tacos (thousands upon thousands of choices, but yes, only tacos)? Was it the punk rock blasting from the speakers? The sign advertising our extensive selection of whiskey and bourbon? Or perhaps all the tattooed white kids pouring your drinks and serving the tables? I just. Don’t. Understand. Humans.
Jimin: Jimin would be minding his own business, but he’ll quickly take notice of your face at the corner of his eyes. Jimin is usually shy around fans that adore him, but the sight of your body edging closer to his own starts to get his heart pumping. After countless fan meets, it is a rarity that someone would make him as feel restless as you do - some part of him couldn’t wait to introduce himself. He’d start to fidget in his seat, nervously pondering to himself as he observes your every little movement: how would I be able to make a lasting impression on you? He doesn’t want to be just another forgotten face to someone that appeals to him so.When the time comes, he would force himself just a tad out of his timid shell to ensure that someone as comely as you would remember him by. He would butt his head in front of Min Yoongi, in attempt to pull you away from him, sending you a wholesome smile as he interjects:
“Hey, it’s my turn already, don’t you want to talk to me?”
Seokjin: Jin would want you to stay at his own corner for as long as he can possibly keep you, just so he can admire you for a little longer. The problem is that he would be so taken by your appearance, that he would often forget to keep the conversation between you two going. As you speak to him, he would enjoy watching the little things surrounding the way you talked - your fiddling fingers, the curl in your lips whenever the both of you manage to catch each other’s stares, the rosy tinge in your cheeks as you smile at him. Seokjin would have preferred that you did most of the talking - after all, that meant that he could spend more of his energy focused on just appreciating your good looks. He listens to you intently as you speak about whatever comes to mind first, tossing you a loose smirk while he enjoys the view of you before him.
“You have a really nice voice, you know? Just keep talking; I’m listening.”
Namjoon: The leader of Bangtan would already be trying to think of ways that he could get closer to you, not as an idol, but a person you’d want to meet on any regular day. Namjoon would probably try to be as friendly as he could possibly seem, wanting you to feel at ease with him. He is a good conversationalist, so any exchange of words always seem to flow naturally. He would grin every so often, shamefully flashing off the dimples in the sides of his cheeks - he knows the fans go crazy over them, and he hopes that it’ll affect you just as well. He’ll look to the members every so often when he talks to you, not because he’s uninterested in your chat, but mostly to make sure that they weren’t aware of his attempts at wooing you. They do eventually poke fun at him when they find out, especially during your conversation - ‘Kim Namjoon makes a good husband, just for your information!’
“Ignore them, they’re just teasing us. What were we talking about?”
Yoongi: This member is particularly quiet during fan signings, saving his energy for later when he needs to address the crowd before him, or whenever he spontaneously decides to act silly. He’s always watching the fans silently, examining their faces from afar. Soon, his gaze falls on you, and he is instantly attracted by your looks, subconsciously giving you a favorable pout. He rarely takes a romantic interest in his fans because he’s so focused on his career, but he seems to be unable to shake the feelings of intrigue stirring within his chest. He can’t help but periodically look your way as you line up. When you finally reach Yoongi, his fingers would flick gingerly at one of his ears, trifling with the ring that hangs from it. As tempted as he would be to straightforwardly address your attractiveness just to get it out of the way, he would be the kind to play it cool, just so no one can call him out on his fascination.
“So.. is this your first fan-signing?”
Jungkook: Kook is passionate about finding and being in love. He wouldn’t let this chance to speak freely with a cute fan slip by him so easily. He would want to make sure that he is in the center of attention, for you in particular. He makes sure to put on an aloof act as you saunter in front of him, pretending not to be bothered by your appearance in the slightest, before gradually becoming more chummy with you, bringing forth his hidden charms. He would pick at your fingers on the table playfully, coyly brushing his against your own as he assumes a boyish, laid-back persona. There was a time when he would have had his face turn bright crimson from the thought of spending time with someone as delightful as you, but Jungkook is older now - he’s seasoned into a person that is aware of his own charisma. He notices Taehyung trying to whisk you away with his chipper attitude, which results in him getting shoved out of the way by the maknae himself.
“Yah, get out of my way and wait your turn! I’m not finished yet!”
Taehyung: Taehyung wouldn’t handle his act very well if he sees a pleasant-looking fan coming his way. He would want to be the member of Bangtan that will be remembered by you, as the one who can make your heart stop. His brain would go into overdrive as he wondered how to captivate you, which results in him striving to pull of a cute and seductive disposition in one go. Tae would probably go overboard with his hyperactivity, trying insanely hard to get your attention, even though you’re already standing before him and speaking to him. Your talk with each other would be fraught with impulsive facial expressions that snap back and forth between comical grins and sultry, mischievous looks. You can’t help but ask if he’s alright, as he suddenly appears to be so sprightly; he almost seems like he’s itching to jump out of his seat from sheer excitement.
“Huh? No, I’m not okay - do you know how hard it is to keep up with someone as cute as you?”
Hoseok: Expect a lot of happy looks from the bubbly rapper. All that would be on his mind is how pretty you look. He would try to appeal to you similarly - as he listens to you, he’d innocently nibble at his thumb, watching you as if you’re the only person in the room that’s visible to him. Hoseok has the potential to be very forward with his feelings if he wants to, expressing himself openly with his provocative body language, especially since he’s an experienced dancer, skilled in translating his passions into reality. The corners of his eyes crinkle as his lips twirl into a smile, noticing your delicate features twinkle under the lights. Before you leave the table, he would most likely initiate some form of skinship to send you off - patting your head, holding your hands in his, leaning in close so that he can gaze dreamily into your eyes before you go, so that you’d be more in favour of him rather than the other members.
“We’d better see you at another fan signing, okay? I want to talk with you some more.”
I’ve made it so that the cute people in question are - as always - my lovely readers. Please enjoy this reaction! Thank you for the request and your compliment! <3
all i want is that when tary leaves he pulls vex aside and gives her a ring to use if she ever feels they’re ready and fondly tells her, “if you don’t marry him i certainly will!”
and vex gets teary-eyed but asks him not to tell anyone before she pulls a necklace out of her shirt and there’s just a beautiful ring hanging off of it and she’s just smiling softly at him because “been there, done that, darling”
description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him had completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts, due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.
Your senses are filled with the scent of food before you
even open your eyes. You immediately perk up from your makeshift cocoon in
Hoseok’s bed, quickly making your way to the kitchen downstairs. When you round the corner you expect to find
Hoseok standing over the stove, but instead you’re met with nothing.
“Hoseok?” You called out as you started making your way
through the kitchen. There’s no response, and you’re about to try again when
you catch a glimpse of something laying in the middle of the counter. You reach
forward for the piece of paper and quickly unfold it.
I have class, but I
made you breakfast, it’s in the microwave .x - H
You smile at the note, gently placing it back on the counter
before retrieving the food. You made your way to the kitchen table, stomach growling
as it begged to be sated. You quickly started shoveling the food in your mouth,
practically moaning at the taste of Hoseok’s cooking that you’d missed so much for
the past year.
Kid sister is now trying to figure out the basics of what she needs for her first apartment other than furniture… Having done apartment life for a long time before I got the house she came to me for help. Here’s what I came up with. See if you fine folks can think of anything I’ve forgotten.
TOILET PAPER (SO MUCH TOILET PAPER)
An all-purpose cleaner like 409.
A SHOWER CURTAIN (I’ve forgotten that one before!) with a liner and rings to hang it.
dishes, silverware, cups
a silverware drawer organizer
measuring cups and spoons
a can opener
a tupperware type product
curtains (not sure if there are blinds)
sheets and other bedding
at least one good skillet and two sauce pans
a casserole dish/cake pan
a cookie sheet
a toilet brush
a plunger (better have that one on hand before you NEED it!)
extra pillows and blankets for couch-bound guests
some kind of air freshener or scented candles and a lighter
any kind of washable rags or kitchen towels
a closet organizer or shoe rack to make the most use of closet space
an old toothbrush to clean nooks and crannies
a SERIOUS first aid kit
bottle opener and corkscrew
kitchen trash can and bags to fit it.
a sewing kit
at least one passable table cloth
any and every kind of tape you can think of
Batteries…. And then MORE batteries.
a doormat to minimize what you track in
a bath mat
more ponytail holders than you think you will EVER need
a SOLID bookshelf
an extension cord or two
a power strip or two
a post office packet to ensure the mail is forwarded to you
Scissors… MORE THAN ONE PAIR
laundry hamper/basket and detergent
a hammer, small nails, and screwdrivers in both flat and phillips… (because you WILL have to assemble shit)
Bug spray (better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it on hand!)
ALL SIZES of ziploc bags
a waterproof file box of some kind for important papers
a cutting board
at least one good sharp kitchen knife
an iron and ironing board
at least one wall clock
I left off things like a TV and microwave intentionally because I know she does have those, and shower/soap/hygiene products because she’s got that covered as well. That’s where I left off… Anything you folks want to add?
Waiting until your best friend left for a cross country tour was a fine time to realize you’re in love with him. Captain Swan.
This is the first of a two shot that I finally decided to post after having it sit in my Google Docs since last summer. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this first part!
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There’s an old quote that says something along the lines of “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” That you don’t realize just how much you love someone until they’re no longer around.
When Emma would come across phrases like that a few years ago, she would typically roll her eyes and mutter some kind of sarcastic remark, all while trying not to dwell on the fact that there probably would never be someone for her to love like that.
But of course, that was before she met Killian. And everything changed.
They meet on a Thursday night, under unusual circumstances. Emma had moved into her new apartment that afternoon, a simple one bedroom in Boston that was more than enough space for her and the small amount of items in her possession. The whole day had been a disaster from the get go. First thing that morning, her previous landlord accused her of not paying the last month’s rent, and threatened to sue if he didn’t get it immediately. (The look on his face when he realize he was in the wrong was priceless. And he wondered why she was moving out of his crappy building.) Then, the movers she could barely afford to hire wound up taking her furniture to the wrong apartment complex on the other side of Boston. By the time the fiasco had been taken care of, it was nearly the end of the day. Saying she was exhausted was an understatement.
Emma stands in the middle of the living room, observing the chaos that was now her new home. She may have brought a small number of things with her, but most of said things were still in boxes, scattered around on the floor and waiting to be put away. She’d unpacked a box of clothes solely to dig out her favorite Batman pajamas, leaving the rest piled up in the corner of her bedroom. Just something else that could wait until tomorrow when she wasn’t both starving and sleep deprived.
A misfortune teller
tells you that transiting Saturn will be in your 7th house this year.
With leering eyes and rings hanging off her fingers she informs you that
evil, obstructive Saturn is going to decimate your relationships (7th
house), and so your heart will be broken and lonesome misery is awaiting
you. That’s perfectly reasonable, if the misfortune teller was looking
to create a self fulfilling prophecy. Astrology is not the art of
crystal ball reading, doomsday prophecies, or divination from Ouija
boards. The transits of astrology can point to an area of life we become
oriented toward dispensing energy to. For example when Saturn leaves
the 6th house to cross the 7th, intense focus on health and
responsibility (6th house) becomes marriage and partnership (7th house).
It may indicate that relationships will end, but this follows the
intense scrutiny of Saturn. In a less fatalistic perspective, it
suggests that we relinquish relationships that no longer serve us in
profound and enduring ways. Astrology is not fated. Maybe the misfortune
teller dangles some crystals and gasps at your natal chart. She
alarmingly informs you that with Mars in the 8th house you will no doubt
die a violent and brutal death. But astrology cannot tell the future,
it helps you create a future. And to spend your life in fear of a
bloodied demise will only wilt the zodiac petals that bloom within.
Astrology cannot predict the date of death or experience of intense
trauma. Our free will weaves inner meaning with the language of the
cosmos and we continue to write the manuscript with a heaven soaked pen.
Every astrological symbol can present a favorable and positive meaning
or something shadowy and devouring. The qualities of the signs, planets,
and houses are poured from the stars like cosmic gel at the moment of
first breath. Free will allows us to consciously select the traits that
we express, how we respond to the situation, and whether these be the
evolved and positive aspects or the more unsavory characteristics. The
Neoplatonic argument is that there may be a fate represented by
the signs and planets, the spirit of man is free and can make its choice
regardless. There may be fated experiences, though Jung’s theory is the
fated experience being that of something repressed into the
unconscious. So our client that has left the misfortune teller’s shop in
grave fear of her marriage need not be so concerned. In a year, she
very well could be divorced, but it could turn out to be the best
decision that she’s ever made. All she needed was the wisdom and self
assurance of Saturn to finally leave. Or her marriage may become
stronger than ever, as she comes to realise the deep connection and
everlasting partnership they have created together. The beauty of
astrology lies in its cosmic calligraphy, it’s heavenly archetypes that
make spectacular patterns of personalities, the starry knowledge wrapped
around the soul writing the stories about being human, the magnificence
and the pain, the Gods and the Goddesses dancing through us. -Cherry
It has been a few days. Slow, unsteady, and uneventful. Until news of a missing girl with unexplained circumstances brought Alec and Jace to an old Downworlders’ spice shop in Chinatown. After 10 minutes of useless interrogation with a few sale clerks. Alec withdraw and decided to let Jace take the lead.
He settled by the opened shop’s doors. Standing on the steps and listening to the soft rain. He distracted himself with the motions and movements of the countless mundanes walking about in a city that never sleeps. Across the street, there was a small noodle shop with a few individuals seated. A soccer game aired in the corner in a tiny television set. Occupying a group of elderly men. A young couple, smiling and whispering among themselves. While a young mother on the opposite side was feeding her toddler son. The smell of the noodles’ broth filled with spices, herbs, and curry was making Alec suddenly hungry and sad.
“I got nothing.” Jace said, standing next to Alec. Jace sighed.
“They don’t want to talk us.” Alec straighten his back. “I don’t blame them.” Alec said softly.
“You hungry?” Jace asked. Jace looked across the street. His fingers still unconsciously playing with the new ring hanging from his neck.
“Yeah, I think I might get something to go and bring Magnus something.” Jace nodded. He looked at Alec, sympathetic and with a hint of pity. Alec knows he wants to say something. Alec looked away and headed across the street. He has been receiving this unconsciously and unintentional “looks” and concerning lectures from both his siblings since the switch. It’s making him uncomfortable and it’s pissing him off. He doesn’t need pity. He quickly rushed to dodge the rain. Jace followed.
He does have to admit, he is pitiful. In the past few nights, Alec continued to find any form of excuses to see Magnus. Food has been the easiest route he can think of. However, it’s still a sad attempt but it’s the only gesture, Alec could think of. His logic was Magnus needs to eat and Alec is very capable in getting food.
When Alec arrived, he knocked. Little wet from the rain from his quick walk. He tried use his speed rune, but it was a little hard with hands full with hot Thai noodles. After a series of knocks, The doors opens automatically. Magnus knows it’s him. It’s a little comforting to know that Magnus still opens his doors for him. The loft is lit and alive, with the balcony doors wide open. Letting in the cool rain and the echoing sounds of the rain drops. Alec isn’t sure if he should closes it.
He walked into the kitchen. Setting the food down. Magnus is no where to be seen. But Alec knows where he is. He’s in his studies, door closed and isolated across the loft. He has been locked in there every day. Alec took his dampened jacket off. He moved around the kitchen to prepare the food. He has made a detailed study of Magnus’ kitchen in the past days. Memorizing every locations of the forks, the knives, and the spoons. Where the bowls, the plates, the pots, and the pans are. The collection of fine China and golden tea sets. As Alec was finishing setting the dinner table, soft footsteps pulled Alec out of a semi-trance of his quiet preparation. It’s Magnus.
A hint of sweet musky sandalwood filled the air when he walked in. He looked perfect. His hair is up. His make up is done and flawless.
Alec misses him, so much. He wants to kiss him. To greet him like he uses to.
“Hi” Alec smiled.
“Hello.” Magnus grinned weakly. “Alec, you don’t have to keep doing this. I can feed myself.” But you don’t. Alec said to himself. Magnus hasn’t been eating much. He nibbles and picks at it.
However, he has been drinking. A lot.
“Tom kha gai? I hope I am pronouncing it right?” Alec smiled again. “Um…it smell so good. I was in Chinatown with Jace. Stumble upon this little Thai noodle shop…I…I hope…it’s good.” Magnus is looking at him, with the same hint of pity he saw in Jace. Alec bite his lips. Holding in his emotions. “…it’s spicy, I got the mild one too…just in case.” He looked away.
“Thank you Alec.” Magnus moved to help him.
They ate in silence. Listening to the rain. Magnus actually ate more this time, half his bowl. When he finished. He thanked Alec again. Putting the leftovers in the refrigerator and return to his office. Shutting the door.
Alec settled in the living room. Unsure if he should leave, but he decided to stay and made a pot of tea. The balcony doors still open. Still raining and cold. And it’s strangely comforting. He spend a few hours looking at some cold cases he has left at Magnus’ early in the week. Scattering them on the coffee table. Busying himself with work.
When Magnus reemerged, passing Alec towards his bedroom. Alec can smell the strength of a few glasses of whiskey coming off Magnus. Somehow, Alec felt a sudden surge of a need to be bold. He followed Magnus, who has disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of the shower was started as the heels of Magnus’ shoes dances on the bathroom marble floor. Alec wants to do something, anything. However, as he approached the bathroom, the boldness is gone. Alec stepped back and seated himself on the bed. Telling himself, that he should go. Leave Magnus alone. It is getting pitiful.
He looked up to see Magnus standing there, body wrapped in his silk green kimono. His face is bare and one hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey and the other around a nearly empty Dalmore’ bottle. He’s looked right at Alec.
“Do you want to know a secret?” Magnus’ voice was soft and hollow. “I actually can’t get drunk anymore. After a few hundreds years. I am grown immune to it’s problematic charm.” He finished the whiskey in one big gulp. “…it sucks.” He chuckled. “…all the pretending…and this was so expensive…Dalmore 62, perfectly aged.” His smile grew. Alec hasn’t seen Magnus smiled for a while now, but this smile. It was sad and broken.
He put the glass and bottle down and walked towards Alec. It’s a slow and uncertain walk. Alec feels weak, looking into Magnus’ eyes. They were red and swollen, filled with fear. The same eyes he saw when he shoved and pushed Magnus against the prison’s walls. While he was in Valentine’ vessel.
“What tragedy to bestow on us. Unlikely lovers…you and I. To love and despise at the same time is an interesting feeling.” He sniffed. Holding in his tears. Alec hated how he is heartbreakingly captivated by Magnus’ words and pain. Alec hates it.
“Darling, I know…I know why you doubted me. I know why you did what you did. I know.” Magnus is so close. The closest he has been since the switch. “But it hurts…still.” He cried, lips pouted, and as he pointed his finger to his chest. “…here…and here.” The he pointed at his own forehead. Alec wanted to reach out, to hold him, to change him, and to make him believe.
“Magnus, I am sorry…I am so sorry.” Alec choked on his words. Magnus runs his fingers softly through Alec’s hair.
“I am sorry too.” He stopped and pulled back. His face is stoned. “What are you doing here?” His voice is cold again. “Tell me…Alexander.” He grinned. “Someone like you shouldn’t be dancing with the devil.” His marked eyes showed, glowing in the dimmed room. They were alluring, beautiful, haunting, and dangerous.
“Because I love you.” Alec answered firmly. Magnus’ wide cat eyes were wet with tears and pulled Alec into an intoxicated trance. He pulled himself up onto Alec’ lap. Seated face to face. Magnus’ arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. And the tears returned and his muffled cries filled the room. Alec steady and carefully wrapped his arms around Magnus. Slowly pulling him tightly in. He can feel Magnus’ fingers digging into his skin. Magnus tucked his head between Alec’s head and shoulder.
“I should hate you.” Magnus whispered. Filled with tears and pain. “I hate what you did. I hate your kind…so much.” His words were broken. “…I hate that you didn’t see me.” Alec pulled him closer. “I begged you…Alexander.” Magnus’ tone shifted to desperation. Alec head hurts and the tears is pouring out, painfully.
Magnus pulled his face closer to his. His lips seeking for Alec. Alec turned, wanting Magnus to lead. The kiss was weak at first. Then a sudden rage filled them. Blood so warm and pounding. So rush and desperate. Magnus pushed him back, pressing his body on to Alec. Lips pressed hard and sloppy. Old whiskey has never tasted so sweet, so bitterly sweet.
Selfishly, how Alec needed Magnus’ kisses and touch. The absence of Magnus was slowly drowning Alec inside. He was so afraid. Afraid that any wrong motion or act, he would be punished to never touch Magnus again.
Alec knows. He has know for awhile. That Alec is selfish. Incredibly selfish in anything Magnus is. He wants Magnus, in every form, every nature, and every way. He wants Magnus’ happiness, his sorrow, and his pain. And he will take it all.
The shower was turned off. Left unused. They’re in bed, arms wrapped tightly and cocooned in the silk comforter. Alec watched as Magnus’ tired greenish yellow eyes slowly dimming and drifting off. Soon, Magnus was asleep, his body pressed against Alec. The sound of the rain and the faintness of Magnus’ breaths as he slumbered filled the room. Alec kissed his soft raven hair and whispered. “I promise you. I will never hurt you again.”
When Alec arrived at the institution. He was late. But he didn’t care. Magnus let him hold him last night. It was very hard to pull himself away from Magnus this morning. Magnus kissed him and whispered softly in his ears. “It’s okay. I’ll see you tonight.”
Alec knew it will take time. He will wait and he will be patient. Magnus needs time.
“You’re late.” Izzy said, worried. Alec didn’t replied as he seated himself across from her. He sees Sebastian next to her. He nodded at Alec and Alec returned a nod. He’s still uncertain about Sebastian, but Izzy seems confident. Suddenly, he felt a present beside him. It was Jace. He seated himself down and pushed a file towards Alec.
“I thought it’s best that you do this one.” Jace sounded suspicious and guilty.
“What is it?” Alec opened the file. A collection of profiles, pictures of Downworlders. In the stack was a picture of Magnus. “What is this?”
“They want a DNA sample…”
Note: sorry for the angst. And the grammatical errors. Did it on my iPad (late in the night) and posted it using the the Tumblr app and the app kinda of suck.