It was a lot of information to take in when he was this tired. He had been up since before sunrise and because of his own desperate foolishness had not had a moment to stop until the very moment Alec received the fire message. Not even then. They’d had to make contact with other Institutes and then… find a warlock… to portal them here. He was exhausted, but sleeping had been impossible.
Not when Alec was off chasing Clary and facing who knew what danger. Jonathan had been the fear. And apparently they’d been right to fear that. The Morning Star sword. Something in the name made him uneasy but he couldn’t directly remember anything about it. And there were spells to connect people in such a way. He wouldn’t be surprised if Lilith had used one, especially knowing how important Clary had been to her plan of raising her son from the dead. Nothing good came from the raising the dead. Worse yet to raise a demon blooded murderer raised in Edom.
He almost laughed at himself. Could he truly judge? Was he not a demon blooded killer? Had Edom not had it’s own hold on him?
“Whatever that sword is, if he wanted it, nothing good can come from it. It might be a good idea to start looking for it ourselves. I might not be High warlock, or a warlock at all, but I do still have connections.”
There had been a while when he’d had the romantic notion of spending time with Alec in Paris. If he still had his magic he could have portaled them to the top of the Eiffel Tower. To his favorite restaurants. It had been a long time since he’d traveled to Paris. But… he didn’t have his magic, and Alec had work. He waived a hand at Alec’s concerned questioning.
“I’m fine, Alexander,” he assured him. “Tired. but fine. It’s never easy to be a downworlder in an Institute. And yours has been rocking the boat, you have been rocking the boat, if you haven’t noticed.” His own eyebrow rose. “Come out here, at least enjoy the view for a moment before duty calls you off.”
He wanted to see Clary, of course, but he could imagine Luke and Jace wanted their time with her and so reunions were far more important. Magnus could wait. He held his hand out to Alec but didn’t move from the balcony doorway.
Alec laid it all out for Magnus because, well, he could remember the feeling of not telling Magnus everything after his father had encouraged him to withold it from his boyfriend. Of course, it had been his ultimate choice to not tell Magnus about the mortal blade and he didn’t want to do that to Magnus again. To “protect” him from words. He knew he had to protect Magnus from some physical things, but words should be shared.
At being told Magnus was tired and coaxed out to the balcony, Alec smiled slowly and approached his boyfriend, taking Magnus’ hand. “I know you have connections and I don’t doubt you could find out what this sword is,” Alec said softly. “But we’ve both have been up all this time and perhaps, we should rest?” Alec offered as he stepped out onto the balcony to look at Magnus, not the city beyond them.
“Maybe a nap at least?” Alec tried, knowing they had so little time to themselves here. “I don’t really care what boat I’m rocking.”
