do not imagine alec and magnus’ bedroom on a lazy summer morning
sunlight pouring in through the window, casting patches of warm light on their bed. wrinkled sheets. alec sleeping on his stomach, his head pillowed on his arms. the curve of his back bare, the blankets barely covering his butt. magnus lying on his side, facing alec. their feet sticking out from under the covers. tiny pillow crease on alec’s cheek. sleep-warm skin, fluttering eyelashes. sweat pooling around their temples slowly, ‘cause it’s already insanely hot in the room. chairman meow sleeping on magnus’ head (some things never change). heartbeats and breaths synchronized. it’s slow and lazy and peaceful. the sound of tiny feet padding just outside the door. quiet, polite knocking.
alec murmuring, ‘your son is awake’
magnus murmuring back ‘after sunrise, it’s your son’
casually kinda quoting the lion king. life is good.