The Red Scrolls of Magic

"It's great," Alec whispered. "Come and hold me. I want you next to me."

Magnus Bane was always brightly burning, whimsical and effervescent, ethereal and carefree

He could visualize Jace, who had asked Alec to be his parabatai and then always pretended as if he did not need one. Alec was not fooled.

Magnus ducked his head and smiled.

only to sleep, for now, until or if Alec wanted anything else

Magnus liked to brag.

they both knew the worst tragedies were born of love.