bowstrung

“I’m not…I mean…I don’t know if…,” Alec trailed off and shuffled on his feet. He didn’t know if he would become Head of the Institute, but it was who he’d been raised to be. “I try. Thank you for noticing.” He worried that this marriage would change his plans for the future, but he hoped that it wouldn’t. If anything, them getting married was supposed to make things better for everyone. Alec shrugged. “He’s a bit of a troublemaker, sure, but he’s my parabatai and I’d do anything for him.” Jace was a soulmate in a way that who he fell in love with wouldn’t be. Alec wondered if it was possible he’d ever feel like Magnus was a soulmate since they’d been arranged to wed, but he wasn’t going to think about that too much. He nodded understandingly and then said, “I appreciate that, Magnus. We can take care of each other.” That was what marriage was, wasn’t it? He didn’t see it much with his parents, but he didn’t want to be like his parents.

“Oh I trust you. Anything except for perhaps the pizza here is better anywhere else.” He, Jace and Isabelle often went out and tried a bunch of different food when they weren’t on mission. Pizza was one of his favorites. “Yeah?” Alec said, eyes lighting up more with interest. “That’ll make honeymoon travel so much easier, huh?” He didn’t know if they were going to go on a honeymoon, but he hoped that they would. Alec took Magnus’s hand and once they portaled there, he stepped onto the ground feet a little wobbly as he did so. “Sorry,” Alec said with flushed cheeks. “I’ve not portaled much. I guess it’ll take some getting used to.” He noticed that Magnus had no problem with the portal, but holding onto his hand had helped. And then Alec was looking around and he looked around, complete awe showed on his face. “Woah, it looks like something out of a book.”

Magnus smiled softly. “Alexander, you will be Head of the Institute. IT’s a job the Clave gives to few families. The Lightwoods have done well, there’s no need to think they would suddenly change their mind.” He explained. And he knew the Clave. What better way to ensure a peace than having the High Warlock married to the Head of the Institute? Magnus would be able to stand as a much more neutral third party if the Shadow world cabinet were to be created again. He would be allowed to speak on behalf of all the warlocks as well as ease tensions, which the seelies were good at. He chuckled a little. :He’s a good soldier, if a little reckless. It reminds me of a few shadowhunters I once new.” Seeing Alec relax at least a little made Magnus move a little closer, and he ran a hand through Alec’s hair. “I think that’s a good place to start next. We’ve gotten along just fine the last few weeks.” And Magnus would not admit to wondering how the wedding would go; he couldn’t take on a wedded union rune, unless they found a way to make it happen, which made Magnus a little lightheaded with giddiness at the thought. What was it that drew him in to Alec so powerfully?

“Oh no, my love. Authentic Italian pizza, stone cooked and fresh, with some red wine or champagne? Nothing beats that.” Magnus teased. He smiled at the word honeymoon. “If they allow you more than a day or two, we’ll travel all over. Except Peru; I’m unfortunately banned from there for life.” he laughed a little. “Anywhere else, and we’ll go and take as man pictures and see as many sites as possible.” he promised. He held onto Alec’s hand a little tighter, chuckling. “It does take some time. But don’t worry, I get the feeling you’ll do fine. Most getting insanely ill, but you’re still standing pretty well on your own.” He grinned at him, squeezing his hand a little. He looked around and nodded. “Mmm, yes. Books and pictures do it enough justice to get an idea, but wait until you can see it all in person. And the restaurant has a beautiful view of the tower.”