The park and the angel of death (1890) by Gustave Moreau

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The park and the angel of death (1890) by Gustave Moreau
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Epilogue: City I Call Home 🌆
Magnus said reluctantly, “But we do lose love, in the end. We both know that.” “No,” said Tessa. “Love changes you. Love changes the world. You cannot lose that love, no matter how long you live, I think. Trust love. Trust him.”
“It’s good to be back,” said Alec. “I missed the view from this window.” “Yes,” said Magnus wonderingly. There had been so many windows, and so many cities. He had never thought to miss a view before. “And I missed Izzy.” Magnus thought of Alec’s fierce sister, whom Alec protected before his own life. “Yes.” “And Jace.” “Eh,” said Magnus. He smiled against Alec’s cheek, knowing Alec could feel his smile even if he could not see it. ”
“I might have gone a little overboard,” Magnus admitted. “But I wanted to lay all the grandeur and dazzle of Europe at your feet. I wanted you to have fun.” When he looked at Alec again, Alec was frowning. “I did have fun,” he said. “But I didn’t need any of that. They were just places. You don’t have to set any scene to convince me. I don’t need Paris, or Venice, or Rome. I just want you.”
“Before we were together,” he said, “I was angry a lot, and I hurt people because I was in pain. Being kind when you’re in pain—it’s hard. Most people struggle to do it at the best of times. The demon who cast that spell couldn’t imagine it. But among all those identical figures, there was one person who hesitated to hurt somebody, even at the moment of utmost horror. That had to be you.”
He took Alec’s face in his hand and kissed him again. He had kissed Alec so many times before, and he could never get used to the way Alec responded to him, the way he responded to Alec. Every time, it felt new. Magnus never wanted to get used to it.
When Magnus pictured beautiful and sensual moments with his beloved Alec, or moments in which he himself was self-sacrificing and noble, he had not envisioned his beloved Alec looking so annoyed.
“I’m not sorry. I wanted to do it. I wanted all of it, with you. The only thing that bothered me was when you were in trouble without me. I want us to be in trouble together. I want us to be together, no matter what. That’s all I want.” Magnus waited in the silence. After a moment, Alec said quietly, “I’ve never loved anybody like this before. Maybe I’m not saying it right, but it’s what I feel.”
“It’s your first time,” Magnus said. “I want it to be perfect for you.” To Magnus’s surprise, Alec grinned. “Magnus,” he said, “I’ve been waiting for this for so long. If we don’t do this literally right now, I will jump out the window.” Magnus started to laugh. It was odd to laugh and feel desire at the same time; he wasn’t sure he’d had that with anyone but Alec. He reached out across the space between them and pulled Alec toward him.
The sunlight from the window fell on Alec, bathing his body in a faint luminescence. Magnus sighed, wishing for magic that could stop time, that would let him stay in this moment indefinitely. “Oh, my love,” Magnus murmured. “I am so glad to be home.”
Everywhere they kissed and everywhere they touched felt like alchemy, the transformation of the commonplace to gold.
When movement had stilled and gasps had turned to soft whispers, they lay holding each other in the fading light of the sun, Alec curved in against Magnus’s side, his head on the warlock’s chest. Magnus touched Alec’s soft hair and looked up in wonder at the shadows above the bed. It felt like the first time anything like this had happened in the world, felt like the start of something shining and impossibly new.
Magnus had always had a wanderer’s heart. Over the centuries, he had adventured in so many different places, always looking for something that would fulfill his restless hunger. He never realized how all the pieces could fall together, how home could be somewhere and someone. He belonged with Alec. His wandering heart could rest.
“I’m thrilled to see you don’t look well,” he added. “Magnus Bane proved a more formidable opponent than you imagined? Who could have guessed? Wait, I told you that you had no chance against him. Repeatedly.”
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Chapter Three: The Crimson Hand 👹
“Tessa!” Magnus said again. “Aren’t you unexpected. And uninvited.”
“You told me once that you would not forgive me if I didn’t drop by whenever I found myself in the same city as you.” “I would have forgiven you,” Magnus said with conviction. “I would have thanked you.”
“I’m on vacation, and I won’t be bothered with this nonsense. Tell the Spiral Council I will be giving my cat, Chairman Meow, a bath.”
“As I say so often,” Magnus remarked, “why me?”
“You would joke about starting a cult that worshipped demons?” Alec asked. Magnus gestured helplessly. “I would joke about anything.”
Tessa was the one who looked at Alec. “Magnus didn’t do it,” she assured him. Alec said, “I don’t need you to tell me that.”
“Alec,” Tessa said. “I wish I could stay and help, but I must return to the Labyrinth as quickly as possible. They’re opening up a Portal for me. Please take care of Magnus.” “Excuse me?” asked Magnus, startled.
“If you felt you had to tell the Clave,” Magnus said slowly, “I would understand.” “Are you joking?” Alec demanded. “I’m not going to repeat any of these stupid lies to the Clave. I’m not going to tell anyone. Magnus, I promise I won’t.” Alec’s expression was appalled. Magnus was shaken by the intensity of his own relief, by how much it mattered that Alec had not believed the worst.
Magnus wondered if he would ever get used to being surprised by Alec Lightwood. He hoped not.
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Chapter One: Collision in Paris 🇫🇷
Each time he finished a postcard, Alec wrote Wish you were here at the end. And each time, Magnus snatched the card and wrote, with a flourish, Except not really.
“Thinking deep thoughts?” Alec asked. Magnus scoffed. “I try not to.”
“It’s a classic love story. I hit on him at a party, he asked me out, then we fought an epic magical battle between good and evil side by side, and now we need a vacation. The thing is, he’s a Shadowhunter,” he would say. “Sorry, what?” his imaginary travel agent would ask.
“. . . Respectable Shadowhunters are not supposed to bring my sort home to meet Mom and Dad. I have a past. I have several pasts. Besides, good Shadowhunter boys aren’t meant to bring home boyfriends at all.” Only Alec had. He’d stood in the hall of his ancestors and kissed Magnus full on the mouth under the eyes of all the Nephilim assembled there. It had been the most profound and lovely surprise of Magnus’s long life.
“Do you want to wear a beret after all?” Magnus asked. “Say the word. I happen to have several berets concealed on my person. In a variety of colors. I’m a beret cornucopia.” “I’m going to pass on the beret,” said Alec. “Again. But thanks.” The corners of his mouth curved upward, the smile uncertain but real.
Alec finished his last postcard, and Magnus reached for it, then let his hand drop. He read what Alec had written and smiled, charmed and surprised. On the postcard to his sister, Alec had added, Wish you were here. Except not really himself. He shot Magnus a tiny grin.
“Uh,” said Alec. “Can you fly a hot-air balloon?”“Of course!” Magnus declared. “Did I ever tell you about the time I stole a hot-air balloon to rescue the queen of France?” Alec grinned as if Magnus was making a joke. Magnus smiled back. Marie Antoinette had actually been quite a handful. “It’s just,” Alec said thoughtfully, “I’ve never even seen you drive a car.”
“You seem lost in thought,” Magnus remarked. “Are you considering how glamorous and romantic your boyfriend is?” “I’m considering,” said Alec, “how to protect you if we crash the balloon into a chimney.” As he moved past Magnus, Alec stopped and pushed a wayward lock of hair off Magnus’s brow. His touch was light, tender but casual, as if he did not even really realize he was doing it. Magnus had not even realized his own hair was in his eyes. Magnus ducked his head and smiled. Being taken care of was strange to him, but he thought perhaps he could get used to it.
He snapped his fingers, and a bottle chilling in an ice bucket materialized next to the table. “Champagne?” Alec shot out of his chair. “Magnus, you see that plume of smoke down there? Is that a fire?” “So that’s a no to champagne?”
“Now the smoke is jumping across the rooftops. It just made a right turn. Now it’s hiding behind a chimney.” Magnus paused. “I’m sorry?”
“There are two people chasing the smoke . . . thing. I think those are seraph blades. They’re Shadowhunters.” “Hooray, Shadowhunters,” said Magnus. “Present company excepted from my sarcastic hooray, of course.”
Alec’s hands were a blur, raining arrow after arrow at the swarm below. Any time a pair of glowing eyes moved toward the Shadowhunters, a streaking arrow would meet it before it could reach them. It was a pity Magnus had to devote his attention to controlling the elements rather than admiring his boyfriend.
At this point, the fair-haired Shadowhunter woman and her male companion had nothing left to do. They were standing in a whirl of smoky ash and destruction and appeared somewhat at a loss. “You’re welcome!” Magnus called down to them, waving. “No charge!”
Magnus Bane did his best, in life, to always be spectacular. This crash was.
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