25 May 2020
In his quiet moments, Alec thinks of Magnus. He thinks of the glitter and the sparkle that surround him, from his gleaming jewelry and his shimmering make-up to the coruscant sparks of magic that flicker constantly in absentminded trails over lithe and agile hands. In his quiet moments, Alec thinks of Magnus and imagines he’s at his most beautiful and glittering when every adornment is removed and Magnus lies supine on their bed, a king accepting reverence from his subject.
This is what Alec makes himself remember the next time Magnus swans into the Institute, inclining his head in greeting instead of shaking Alec’s hand.
In which Alec and Magnus just want to hold each other's hand.
~Inspired by Artwork by Kuro2612~
Bookmarked by joconn
03 Oct 2020