#malec light angst

[livias-tale]

“You are more than your magic”, Alec whispered, as he watched the sunken and weak looking figure that was currently leaning against Magnus’ balcony railing. Alec meant his words, even though he had to admit that, in this moment, his boyfriend was just a far shadow from the flamboyant warlock he used to be.

At first, Magnus did not answer - Alec started to wonder if he had even heart him, or if he was too deep in some dream-like trance to recognize his voice. It was when Magnus answered - voice deep and hoarse, as if he had cried just minutes ago - that Alec realized just how scared he’d been.

“You could have died, Alexander, you could h-have..., you could have died in my arms and there would have nothing left to do but mourning.”

Alec swallowed and gently walked closer, his hands brushing over his shoulder. “But I have not died. I am alive. I am fine,” he told him. “I have a reason to make it through, a reason to fight.” Alec smiled and leaned against the railing next to Magnus, staring into the night sky. “You are more than your magic, more than spells and potions. You’re the one that taught me how to love and love myself, a magic running way deeper down my veins than your spells ever did. Maybe I was wrong - Maybe you are your magic, but love, don't you dare to say your magic is gone.”

He could see Magnus smile. Not happy yet - but it was a beginning.