@shadowhuntr
it was funny, magnus thought, how quickly people could go from being mere children in his eyes to fully functioning ( if somewhat incompetent ) adults. clary fray was a PRIME example. he had seen her at six and eight and ten — seen her helplessly ignorant of what was happening to her and what it all meant. then he had seen her again at sixteen, all fiery determination and questionable choices. throughout all that time he had regarded her with a sort of distant fondness. as though she were the child of an acquaintance or perhaps an irritating younger cousin three times removed.
now, however, she was an adult ( as much an adult as he was in any case ) and a pleasantly permanent fixture.
the truth of that fact had crept up on him, admittedly, but with both of their boyfriends out of town and nothing better to do, it seemed like the perfect time to extend the hand of friendship — REAL friendship, which was a status best-acquired through excessive alcohol consumption. as such, he had a number of bottles chilling in the fridge and had set up a space for them in the den. they could have gone out, of course, but she had invaded his loft so many times that it seemed pointless to venture further.
at the sound of the buzzer ringing, magnus padded through the apartment to the main room, picking up the receiver and pressing it to his ear.
‘ come on up, biscuit. door’s open. ’
