Alec pushed away the image of Camille in his mind, chained to the pipe, looking at him with those fierce green eyes.
“Never mind,” he said. “She doesn’t matter. I know you were just trying to help. I’m not angry with you for leaving the party, anyway.”
“But you were angry,” said Magnus. “I knew you were. That’s why I was so worried. Running off and putting yourself in danger just because you’re angry with me—”
“I’m a Shadowhunter,” Alec said. “Magnus, this is what I do. It’s not about you. Next time fall in love with an insurance adjuster or—”
“Alexander,” said Magnus. “There isn’t going to be a next time.” He leaned his forehead against Alec’s, gold-green eyes staring into blue.
Alec’s heartbeat sped up. ”Why not?” he said. “You live forever. Not everyone does.”
“I know I said that,” said Magnus. “But, Alexander—”
“Stop calling me that,” said Alec. “Alexander is what my parents call me. And I suppose it’s very advanced of you to have accepted my mortality so fatalistically—everything dies, blah, blah—but how do you think that makes me feel? Ordinary couples can hope—hope to grow old together, hope to live long lives and die at the same time, but we can’t hope for that. I don’t even know what it is you want.”
Alec wasn’t sure what he’d expected in response—anger or defensiveness or even humor—but Magnus’s voice only dropped, cracking slightly when he said, “Alex—Alec. If I gave you the impression I had accepted the idea of your death I can only apologize. I tried to, I thought I had—and yet still I pictured having you for fifty, sixty more years. I thought I might be ready then to let you go. But it’s you, and I realize now that I won’t be any more ready to lose you then than I am right now.”
He put his hands gently to either side of Alec’s face. “Which is not at all.”
“So what do we do?” Alec whispered.
Magnus shrugged, and smiled suddenly; with his messy black hair and the gleam in his gold-green eyes, he looked like a mischievous teenager.
“What everyone does,” he replied. “Like you said. Hope.”
Alec and Magnus, the greatest romance the world has ever seen.
They’re so perfect and “Alexander, there isn’t going to be a next time” I can’t even
Let me die by my lonesome for I will never find romance like theirs
I need City of Lost Souls NOW! asfgjjfjkhbjfhy;fjycfdthkivg I can’t even understand that ending oh my gods what
I can’t breathe someone help me
What happened please explain it can’t possibly be real
Ughhhhhhh I can’t hold the feels
"Jace rolled his eyes. “It’s fascinating,” he said. “You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense."
— Jace Wayland; The Mortal Instruments, City of Fallen Angels (by Cassandra Clare)
Is it wrong that I ship Simon/Kyle?
Like, will he turn out to be some kind of monster in the end or something? Because, you know, if he is, I might have to rethink things.
