#bowstrung: alec

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                          “Hey what you up to, here...?” Jace was about to crouch down to scoop him up when the kitten jumped, escaping his grasp and got onto the table instead. He tilted his head slightly. “You looking for Alec...? What a coincidence, so was I.” He jokes, stepping closer, slowly. The kitten was not much bigger than his hands, and Jace was cautious about approaching it, wanting to see if it needed food or water. “What do you want with those, huh?” He asked, as he saw the little creature keep messing with Alec’s bow and arrows. he sat down on the long bench of the weapons’ room and reached out his hand, placing it on the table close to the furry one. “You wanna let me feed you? You look hungry... Come on, furry head. I’m not going to hurt you.” 

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@bowstrung gets a birthday treat.

deruned verse, post break up and reunion, alec’s birthday morning. 

                                          ❝are they closed?!! they better be!”  close your eyes!! had been jace’s first shouted instruction as soon as he heard alec’s steps down the hall, showing him that his boyfriend had woken up before he was supposed to, and had left the bed without permission. jace had rushed to finish his preparations while alec waited, standing with his eyes closed, and now that it was done, he finally walked up to him, a smile on his face. 

he held alec’s and pulled himself up to him, kissing him shortly but hard and hungry, enough to leave a small bite mark on the lower one. “that was for waking up too soon.” he teased, speaking roughly against his lips, before smiling more as alec kept his eyes closed. “you can open them now.” he grinned. “there you are... happy birthday, alec.” he hummed, crossing his arms behind alec’s neck and kissing him again, for good measure. “alright, you can look.” he let go and stepped back, nodding towards the open space that consisted alec’s medium sized kitchen and living room. on the table breakfast was served, with all alec’s favorites, partly bought at his favorite bakery and some handmade such as scrambled eggs, juice and bacon. “sit. eat.” he pointed, but walked to the other side of the room himself.

there, by the old factory style windows, there was a small vintage piano, that had been bought at a flee market an year ago. jace’s piano. the one that used to sit at jace’s OWN apartment. the one jace had bought just a few months after breaking up with alec, and that definitely hadn’t been there last night before alec went to sleep. jace smiled at him, as he walked over an sat, facing alec, though a few feet away. “sit!” he demanded again, though in a bright warm tone, that showed he was excited. he breathed as he opened the piano’s lid then stroked the keys gently, face becoming serious as he glanced down, and then he started. 

jace’s expression grew soft and focused as his fingers started to flow over the keys in the soft, gentle, melody. it was warm, rich, strong and kind all the same, with a bit of sadness to it, but with a strong romantic core. he didn’t look at alec as he played, too engrossed in the act, not wanting want to get a single key wrong, and he didn’t. he was still shirtless, hair tousled from running his hands after he woke up and in the sweatpants he had slept in, entangled with alec last night. the minutes passes softly as he played, and he didn’t know if alec was eating or not, but he hoped he would, most of all, he hoped he enjoyed what he was listening to. jace hadn’t played for alec in a couple of years, not since they’d been cast away from the institute. it’d been almost four months since they’d mended their relationship, but they had kept their separate places until now, and a week ago, alec had mentioned that he wouldn’t mind if that changed. and jace was ready. he had been ready for a while. 

their time apart as painful as it had been, had served him good. had made him grow up without alec and think about him and every single reason why jace loved him, and made him realize all those reasons were reasons why he also had to love himself, because that was the only way they would ever be happy together. it had been a long hard process, but they had found their way back. and now it was time to drop the uncertainties, the pain, the doubt, the fear, and celebrate. he stared at his hands for a second as he finished, then looked up with a small smile. “i composed this for you.” he admitted, before slowly getting up and starting to cross the room back to alec. “in the time we spent apart, every time i thought about you, i’d sit there and play, it helped me think.’ he confessed, just as he got closer. 

he walked right up to alec and slid between him and the table, straddling his lap. “you asked me if we were ready to go back to living together, you told me to think.” he smiled. “i have. and i realized we’re more than ready, that i am, and there is nowhere else i’d rather be, alec.” he places his arms around his neck. “if you still want me to, i can move in by the end of the week.” he smiled again, expectant, and full of hope, heart beating wild in his chest.

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                                  jace smiled at the question. they’d been fighting a lot, but the thought of breaking it up had never even got close to cross his mind. alec had been his anchor from the moment they met, and now there were many days when he was his entire world. he leaned in and pressed another kiss over the blush on his cheek and another on the spot of alec’s old neck rune.   ❝ i love you, alec. don’t forget it.’ he said for answer, his hand still holding alec’s as he nuzzled his jaw. he knew he wasn’t always able to express it so well, but he wanted alec to remember it.

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                          ❝alright, are you gonna stop pouting now or do i have to kiss you?’

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                        ❝you’re being ridiculous. after everything we’ve been through how can you even say that? i’m not going to trade you for someone else. that’s not how this works. so what are you saying? that you CAN’T just because no one hit on you today? is that the only reason why you can’t move on from me, alec?’

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@bowstrung            🇨🇱🇴🇸🇪🇩 ↬ men in exile feed on dreams (bowstrung)

                                                                          jace stood in their small motel room’s balcony. he was hunched over the rail, staring absently down onto new york. inside, alec and two bags with anything they could grab before they were cast out. and silence. jace had never thought it could be THIS silent, before. 

there was no one walking past their door. no one calling on the phone. no one waiting on them for a meeting, training session, or just dinner. there was no mission. no goal. no battle. just silence. jace stared blankly at his unmarked forearm. every rune was gone. the scars were left, of course, but nothing else. nothing except... he breathed in, shakily, as he could still feel that flicker of alec inside him. his presence solid, even as jace kept his back turned to him. 

he still didn’t know what kind of uncharacteristic mercy had allowed them to keep their one parabatai rune, but he was grateful. he knew it might kill them to break the bond as such, and it had been his worst fear. not for himself. but that alec wouldn’t make it. and he couldn’t possibly live with that. at the end, they had been allowed to keep it. though nothing else.

                                                                 ❝i’m so sorry, alec.’

he finally said it. his voice coming out in an exhausted sigh. he had to say it. even if just once. because while his motto was to never apologize, alec had always been his one exception for everything. and this... THIS definitely deserved it. ‘your family... i.’ he knew what alec would say. they were your family too. but at the end of the day, alec was their BLOOD. if it was tearing him apart to think of never seeing any of them again, he could only imagine how ALEC felt. 

he took in a deep breath, running a tight hand through his hair. ‘we’re gonna be okay.’ he wasn’t sure whom he was promising, but he did anyway. it was the least he could do.

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@bowstrung continued from +

                                              “Alec, hey, it’s fine...” Jace was breathless, but he managed to breathe out the words, as he searched out for Alec, pulling him back in by the shirt, the moment he reached it. “Fuck...” He swallowed, and the sting of the cut was gone, as Alec’s saliva had numbed it, but he could still feel where the skin had pierced, sensitive all around against the rubbing of his tongue. He shivered, and there was a light fluster on his cheeks, as he now realized belatedly that what Alec had done to him, his touch, the blood sharing, had made him hard.

If Alec had asked, Jace would say this was a long time coming, as far as he was concerned. He’d been wanting to kiss him for months now, but after screwing up his life, Jace just couldn’t bring himself to take even more from Alec than he should. In his pleasantly spinning head, at the moment, though, there was only pleasure and a sense of relieved satisfaction. He caressed his nape and pressed their foreheads together, breathing slowly with his eyes closed. Watching Alec lick his blood off his hand had made something in him tingle. He couldn’t have ever imagined himself being okay with this before. But this was Alec. And as humiliating as his father had taught him that allowing a vampire to take his blood should be, Jace felt none of it. It made him feel good, that he could give something so intimate to Alec, that in that way they were connected again, that for a few hours their heartbeats would once more beat in sync.

“You want more...?” He asked quietly, murmured roughly, hoping Alec wouldn’t choose this moment to stop and talk, because Jace’s heart felt like it was about to burst with so much of Alec filling it, and he hoped Alec could ease the pressure away, by giving him more of what he craved. His lips, his hands, his fangs. Jace’s chest was heaving, and he pressed his thumb between Alec’s clavicles, before he let go and got a hold of Alec’s hand, bringing it to his neck so he could guide him to doing the same. 

“See...?” He asked gently, noses brushing, and his words falling on Alec’s lips. “Just fine... You can take it. Whatever you need.” He brushed their lips, hoping to tempt him. 

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@bowstrung gets a birthday surprise

                                 “I know it’s not much, but...” Jace looked at him, expectant. He knew Alec was never in a hype for his birthday, he also knew he might not want to celebrate at all, given their current condition, but he was just hoping he still would like this, in spite of everything. They had no money, so to cheapen things, he’d actually found a recipe online, to bake him a proper cake from scratch. He had even spent a little more on a decorating tube, so he could write on it. He got them some boxed wine, instead of their routine cheap beer, and grilled two steaks to go with their spaghetti. 

He bit on his lip, as he got up, and walked the few feet of their living room towards Alec. He took his coat from him and breathed in as he glanced back at the small dinner, heart tense in his chest, but hopeful. “I... made you something.” He said, as he slowly pulled a package from the couch and placed it in Alec’s hands. He knew Alec hadn’t had a stockful of arrows in a long while, so Jace had spent a couple of weeks hard carving a few in secret. He’d sharpened a couple of arrow points from rock, for them, and collected feathers at the park for the ends.

He breathed in and finally the smile reached his lips.

“For when we collect enough to buy you a bow...” He had wanted to do it now, and he would have, if it weren’t for the fact their rent was due. He’d sacrifice anything for Alec, but he wouldn’t sacrifice Alec, himself. He studied him. “I hope you’re hungry... Happy Birthday, Alec.” He had another surprise, a call planned for later, from Isabelle, but he wanted to see how this would go first.