the air was cold, very cold, but the warmth that seemed to radiate like magic, curling and swirling in bright colors, from magnus’ hand was all alec needed so that he wouldn’t get chilly. they stood in silence, looking out at tokyo from where they were staying at the palace hotel, listening to cars honk noisily below and watching the twinkling, winking buildings scattered around the beautiful and famous city.
magnus looked beautiful. he always did and alec truly believed that the word ‘beautiful’ wasn’t even enough to describe the high warlock of brooklyn. he remembered one time listing off all the adjectives in his head: pretty, gorgeous, handsome, ethereal, radiant, sexy, breathtaking, but none of them fit. or rather, he was all of those things; just picking one from the many that alec came up with would not do him justice.