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amarantine-amirite · 3 years

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Out of Words, Out of Songs, Out of Ideas

I got a real surprise today when I got the recording studio at my school.

No lie, when I first saw it, I actually said, "What the fuck?!" I was just lucky that there weren't any teachers around, otherwise I would've heard, "Language, Camille" and have to drop 25 cents in the swear jar.

I shouldn't have worried about a teacher overhearing me. I should've been worried about Zoe overhearing me.

I never got along with Zoe. Zoe is one of those people who refuses to take responsibility, gives pathetic excuses, and either ignores consequences or downplays them. Worse, she talks down to you like you're stupid. "Noticed the piano, huh?" she said.

I nodded quickly. "Why the hell are all the keys the same color?"

Zoe did the thing where she talked down to me like I was stupid. "The school district was worried that people would think the regular piano keys are racist, so they painted them to match the wood casing."

I couldn't believe what she said. In the name of racial harmony, they painted all the keys of the piano the same color. If it didn't actually happen, I would have thought it was a joke.

I should never put it past the school to do something like this. I remember we had twins in my fourth-grade class named Benjamin and Daniel. They went by Ben and Dan. We also had a Chinese kid in our class (James) that had a learning disability. Alphabetically, he came right before Ben and Dan.

I didn't play with Ben, Dan, or James that often. I only really remember their names because of this one thing that happened.

One day, when the teacher was taking attendance, he called James's name, but James didn't hear him. Frustratedly, he moved on to the next two people, Ben and Dan. He said, "Ben, Dan"

"Ben, Dan" sounds like the Chinese phrase for "idiot". When James heard the teacher say this, he ran out of the classroom in tears.

They had to put Ben and Dan in separate classes over this. I don't know what happened to them after that. All I do know is that people are far more willing to bend over backward to avoid stepping on toes than you think. "Do they not have a little voice in their head that says this might be a bad idea?" I squealed.

Zoe shook her head. "I understand that you're upset. I get that. Things are a little messy right now. But sometimes, things have to look a little worse before they look amazing," she said in her trademark condescending tone.

I need my visual signposts. Making all the keys on the piano the same color just takes them away. And I'm far from the only person that thinks that. The reason pianos have different colored keys so the person playing them can tell the difference between the natural and semitone pitches. "Zoe, this isn't a little messy;" I said way louder than I should have, "this piano is now unusable."

Dorothy walked in. "What's all the hubbub?" she asked.

I pointed to the piano. "The school thinks it can combat racism by painting the keys on the piano the same color." All they've managed to combat is the musician's ability to consistently play the right notes.

Dororthy looked at the piano. She looked at me. She looked at the piano again, and then she looked back at me. "You know, Camille" she said, "You can't come down from a high you were never on."

I nodded, even though I had no idea what that was supposed to mean. Sometimes, people say something insightful. Other times, it sounds insightful, but it falls apart the minute you try and parse it. "You can't come down from a high you were never on" falls into the latter.

I guess it could mean that you could never come back to reality if you never left reality in the first place, but I'm not fully sure. The more I think about it, the more I realize that it's one of those phrases that sounds deep and meaningful, but when you really look at it, it's just painfully confusing. "I get that, Dorothy, but can you explain to me what that's supposed to mean?"

I think she tried to say, "for everything, there is a season. There is a time for everything, and now is not the time for that." Basically, she tried to respond to a thought terminating cliché with another thought terminating cliché. But try as she might, she just could not get the words out. She wound up saying, "For everything, there is a season, a season is time of growth"

That sentence made so little sense that I burst out laughing. "Excuse me, what? Care to explain what this is supposed to mean, because I think I just had an aneurysm trying to decipher this."

Dorothy repeated what she said. "Everything has seasoning, but if you special the time, it is a growth."

"You're not making any sense"

By now, she started to get frustrated. "I said, for every season, a season is time of growth."

"That made even less sense than before," I said. I wanted to say "I've listened to drunk people who were far more coherent than that," but kept it shut. And for good reason. When she tried to speak again, nothing came out. No sound. Radio silence.

All of a sudden, it hit me. She wasn't dodging the question or being evasive or anything like that. She was actually having a stroke!

It spooked me. One minute, somebody's brain works fine. The next, it just comes to a grinding halt.

It could have been much worse. Even though she couldn't talk, at least her face wasn't drooping. Now was still a good time to call an ambulance, as time wasted is brain wasted.

I called 911, and they put me on hold. The hold music was "Staying Alive" by the Bee Gees. In the time I was on hold, Dorothy downed an entire bottle of water and began frantically signing to anyone who was watching. This might sound weird, but I felt a huge wave of relief watching her sign. She signed with both arms, the ASL equivalent to speaking with both sides of your mouth. Zoe looked at her and said, "I'm sorry, I don't speak Helen Keller." Dorothy got all pissed off, gave Zoe the finger, and stormed off to that corner of the room with the bead curtains.

Once I finally got off hold, 911 put me through to this guy whose last job was probably working as a bellhop in a second-rate Torquay hotel. "Hello? Hello, 911. How are you today?"

"Uh," I responded, "my friend Dorothy is having a stroke, how do you think I am?"

He blinked in confusion hard enough that I could feel it on the other end of the phone. "¿Que?" he said.

Growing ever more frustrated, I repeated, "Dorothy is having a stroke!"

I thought he'd understand the second time. But no, he did not. "¿Que?" he said again after a long pause.

I grew frustrated. It was almost like he couldn't remember what his job was, let alone the nature of my emergency. "Dorothy. Stroke." I reiterated in an annoyed fashion.

"OK, I see," he replied. He seemed to finally understand what I had said. "You friend Dorothy having a stroke."

"Yes!" I said. Finally, we were getting somewhere.

Or so I thought. I couldn't believe the next words out of the guy's mouth. "We no have time for you wild goose chase"

"What?!" I said, completely taken aback.

"We no have time. We no believe you. Very, very sorry. Goodbye!"

I went behind the bead curtains and sat down across from Dorothy. "Well, that was a bust." I said.

"Why didn't you bring your guitar?" Dorothy signed.

"My amp still isn't working" I answered.

The amp broke in the first place because some moron plugged it into a car battery. If you plug a guitar amp into a car battery, it will explode. I took it to the repair shop to get it fixed. They said it was ready for pickup, but it was exactly the same as it was when I went to pick it up as it was when I brought it in.

"I thought you had it fixed."

"So did I." I showed Dorothy a picture of the amp before I took it in and after. She looked at it and laughed.

"So Dorothy," I asked, "what did you mean when you said you can't come down from a high you were never on?"

Dorothy nodded. Those were the last words she said before she had a stroke, and it seemed she couldn't hear them without crying. She steeled herself and signed, "It means that if you don't know what you're expecting, it doesn't make sense to get upset when your expectations aren't met."

Good, I thought, we're getting somewhere. That said, she still can't talk. "I might call 911 again" I said.

Dorothy nodded. "Yeah, I think that's a good idea."

The good news was, I didn't wind up on hold. The bad news was, I wound up dealing with Manuel The 911 Operator again. "Hello, 911, how are you, is nice day"

"OK, no" I said, "Not nice day. Dorothy can't talk."

"¿Que?"

"Dorothy have stroke. Now, Dorothy no talk."

Not only did he recognize me from before, he still didn't believe me. "Oh, it's you," he said in a very annoyed tone, "We no believe you. How many times? Where are you ears, you great, big, halfwit?? We no have time, listen?"

For a brief moment, the line went dead. The operator picked up again. "Now you understand! So bye bye, please, bye bye." Nice. Then they hung up on me again.

I came here to record a song. Not only did that not get done, I had to fend off political correctness gone mad, deal with a 911 operator who knows nothing, and witness a close acquaintance lose her voice because part of her brain stopped working.

I can't believe I snuck out of geography class for this.

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c0ronas-blog · 6 years

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Can you do some Finch writing? Like maybe Finch/Crutchie or RedFinch?

heck yeah i’d love to >:)

p.s. y’all better start specifying fluff or angst bc when you don’t, i totally totally definitely never ever take that opportunity to kill all the newsies

p.p.s. this is a little over 1.7k words so the rest of the story is underneath the cut :)

warnings: drowning; death; a hella ton of angst

“FINCH! HELLO?”

Finch shook his head wildly, dropping his feet from where he’d rested them on his desk. “I’m here, Albie, don’t worry,” he said. His grip on his phone became tighter as he tried to refocus. “Say that again?”

Albert sighed and muttered something not-so-nice, both actions completely heard by Finch over the phone call. “I said,” started Albert, “that my cousin dropped out of going scuba diving with me. There’s a leftover spot and I was wondering if you wanted to come.”

“Oh!” Finch’s face lit up. “Really? Of course I’m going, Al!” He was already leaping from his chair and marching to his room, sliding open the closet doors. “It’s not that far, right?”

“Nah, Finch, you’re good,” Albert assured him. “Pack a day’s worth of clothing, with some extra shirts.”

Finch was quiet as he started grabbing shirts from their hangers. “Ooh, hawaiian sh-?”

“No!” Albert hissed. “No hawaiian shirts.”

This time it was Finch who sighed. “Okay, fine,” he mumbled, dropping the shirt he’d selected to the floor. “When are you gonna pick me up?”

A series of weird, squeaking noises emerged from Albert’s end of the line. Finch couldn’t help but smile at it. “Is noon okay? There’s a little bit of a drive and-”

“It’s great, Albert,” Finch agreed. “See you then?”

“See you then,” repeated Albert, confirming it. “Bye, Pat!”

“Wait!” Finch blurted. “Do you know CPR?” Silence followed and Finch’s brow wrinkled, worried that Albert had already hung up.

“Finch.” Albert’s voice was quiet, discreet, but Finch could’ve sworn he picked up a hint of amusement. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

Finch flushed a brighter red than any sunburn. Hell yes, he wanted Albie to kiss him. He’d wanted that since fifth grade and here it was, the summer before their final year of high school.

“No! No, I-” Finch took a deep breath, trying to will his heart to stop pounding. “What if I drown or something? You’d need to know CPR to-”

“Oh.” The single word, small yet harsh, interrupted Finch. “Okay,” Albert murmured.

Finch was confused. Why was Albert so… disappointed? Angry? He didn’t know what it was, but whatever feeling Albert had conveyed in that word, Finch was genuinely bewildered at its meaning.

“See you there?” Finch asked quietly, unsure of what else to say to break the quiet.

“Sure.” And then Albert hung up.

It was back when Finch was in first grade that he met Albert. They were only a few months apart in age and got along very well after discovering they shared a number of the same interests.

Okay, so, being a Power Ranger was definitely not Finch’s greatest aspiration, but back then it seemed like a great idea - especially since Albert wanted to be one, too.

By the time sixth grade rolled around, they’d grown out of their superpower-ninja phase and moved onto better things. Finch became obsessed with videogames, as did Albert. They spent many Saturday afternoons playing Halo and Assassin’s Creed.

It was only a year later that Albert gave Finch a huge hug on New Year’s Eve underneath the fairy lights they’d strung up all over Albie’s room that Finch felt something stir. Something that had always been there had just… awoken.

In high school, Finch would always smile and laugh at Albert’s jokes. He’d grin and be happy whenever Albert was looking his way. But as soon as he was out of Al’s view, it all faded.

Finch was Albert’s friend, nothing more. Albert was Finch’s friend, of course, but Finch felt more strongly, more deeply, about him.

And it crushed him to know that Albie was never going to see him that way.

“Look at the water! This is- this is so cool, Al,” breathed Finch, reaching out to squeeze Albert’s arm. Finch held on a moment longer than he felt he should’ve, but Albert didn’t seem to notice, thankfully.

They were walking down the beach, scuba gear stuck tightly to their bodies. It had made Finch blush brightly to see certain things so obvious. Albert, though? He just laughed.

“Have you never seen a coral reef before?” Albert grinned, gesturing widely to the rippling water in front of them.

“You have?” Finch chirped, his voice far higher than usual.

“Well, does Google Images count?”

“Al!” Finch hit Albert’s arm lightly. “Seriously, though - have you done this before?”

“Nah,” Albert assured him. He went quiet for a moment as he squinted at the sun. “Do you have tan lines?”

Finch stopped mid-pace. “Are you trying to get me shirtless?”

Albie wiggled his brows, making Finch snort. “As if I haven’t seen you without a shirt before,” he said with a wink. “But…” He reached out and tapped Finch’s chest. “You didn’t have pecs before.”

“ALBERT!” But Finch was laughing. “I’ve been working out, okay? It’s summer after all, and I wanted to impress the guys and gals.”

Albert nodded solemnly. Finch’s bisexuality wasn’t unknown to him and he often referred to Finch as a ‘bicon’ - which, naturally, made Finch flush a vibrant red that was brighter than Albert’s hair.

“Well,” began Albert, his eyes sparkling. “I can say for sure that you’re certainly impressing someone.”

“Oh, please,” Finch spluttered, flustered. The conversation continued after that as they slipped into the water, but Finch was on autopilot. Had Albert…?

It was wiped from his mind as soon as Finch’s gaze hit the huge reef. The mouthpiece - a regulator, he’d been told - almost slipped from his mouth as he gaped. Woah.

Judging by Albert’s wide eyes behind the green goggles he wore, the two had the same reaction. They shared amazed looks before swimming closer, careful not to disturb any of the coral.

Finch was enrapt by the intricacy and colors - not to mention the fish that swam about, their tails waving as they flitted away from him. What felt like only a few moments - though Finch knew they were much, much longer - flew by before Finch turned to Albert.

And that’s when he saw it.

Albert’s face was paling and he looked terrified, confused. Awful things.

Finch moved closer, his swimming skills in bad shape since he hadn’t done any true swimming in over a year. His breaths were small and quick as he sucked in air from the tank attached to his back. Worry was filling him, fast.

As Finch grew nearer to Albert, he watched in what was like slow-motion as the regulator floated from Albert’s mouth. Bubbles flowed quickly as Albert reacted, his first instinct being to drag in air.

But he was wrong, so wrong.

Finch could feel a scream building up in the back of his throat as he struggled to get closer to Albert, shaking his head wildly as if to say, “Don’t breathe.”

Despite seeing this, Albert’s chest heaved, up and down, up and down, trying desperately to pull in a wisp of air.

Panic shot through Finch’s veins, his heart pounding too loudly for him to process any coherent thoughts. All he knew was that he had to get to Albie, and fast.

He finally managed to grab Albert’s wrist. He pulled Al closer, wrapped his arms around his waist, and began to swim up. To the surface. To air.

Tears clouded Finch’s vision and he blinked them away, trying to shove away the cold fingers that were attempting to clench at his heart. Help Albert, he thought. Help him. Hurry.

Albert grew still after a moment and Finch almost froze. No longer did Albert flail about. He just lay, limp, in Finch’s grasp. Finch told himself that this was because Albie was trying to help him out by reducing any conflicting movement, but he knew, deep down, otherwise.

They finally exploded above the water, waves crashing into Finch’s face. He spit out his regulator, ignoring the nauseous feeling forming in his gut as he swam for shore.

He screamed out, calling for help, for a lifeguard. Someone, anyone. Help Albie, please. Please.

People came, pulling him and Albert to the sand. His grip was torn from Albert’s body and tears finally spilled down over Finch’s saltwater-soaked face.

His vision blurred and his memories blurred. Noises became distorted and all he could hear was the screams of help replaying in his mind.

Thoughts filled his head, full of moments he and Albert had shared. There was the car ride to the beach, the first time they’d met, so many things.

Was this the last one? Was this what Finch was going to see whenever he closed his eyes? Whenever he paused from his work, when he let his thoughts roam?

And it terrified him, because… was it?

Hands grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up. A misshapen face moved into Finch’s view and he stared into their eyes. Tears filled this person’s eyes as well but Finch didn’t question it; the overwhelming sadness in his heart muddled any question.

“Is Al- is he okay?” choked Finch, his throat closing up when he tried to say Albert’s name. “Albert - is he alive?”

“Pat,” came the person’s whisper. Soft and gentle, caring and calm. The slightest bit of a drawl and the crisp pronunciation of Finch’s name… it reminded him-

“Al?”

“I’m okay,” Albert assured softly, his grip tightening on Finch’s shoulders. Water dripped from his wavy hair, falling down his freckled face and slipping off of his chin. Red marks outlined where his green goggles had been and Finch traced them with a finger.

“You’re okay,” he repeated. The hesitance in his voice made it feebler than he realized, but Finch didn’t care. Albert was- he was alive.

“I did die there for a second,” Albert said, sounding almost thoughtful. “So now I can check off ‘resurrecting’ from my bucket list.”

Finch didn’t smile, didn’t laugh, didn’t sigh. He watched Albert’s mouth as he spoke, searing the way each word was pronounced into his mind.

Albie’s lips were a bit blue - pale, still, and chapped. But that didn’t matter to Finch.

His gaze moved up, locking with Albert’s. “I love you,” he whispered. “And I’m not losing you again.”

Albert was silent, but the glimmer returning to his eyes made Finch’s heart warm. “I love you too, Finchie, but my being resurrected is pr-”

Finch’s lips crashed against Albert’s, his fingers threading into Al’s sopping wet hair. Albert let out a ‘mmph!’ of surprise but soon was leaning into the kiss and cupping Finch’s face with both hands.

Finch pulled away, tilting his head to their foreheads touched. The taste of saltwater lingered in his mouth as he whispered, “Don’t leave me ever again.”

Albert’s warm smile filled his world. “I won’t,” he whispered back. Then, he pulled Finch closer for another kiss.

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iheardyouliketodrink-blog · 7 years

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oh yep. this is another one of those millions of ‘magnus and alec’s first meeting re-imagined’ one shots. oops? (˶◕‿◕˶✿)

‘i’m pretending to be ur bff bc u looked VERY uncomfortable with that person at the bar hitting on u’ AU

Alec wasn’t at all sure how, but somehow Jace and Izzy had together managed to convince him to join them on a night out.

Maybe they had told him that they would do some actual work, too, or maybe he really just hadn’t had any self-respect left when the offer was presented, but there he now was – sitting at the bar in Pandemonium all by himself on a Thursday night, looking over his already out-of-their-minds drunk siblings on the dance floor.

“Don’t drink too much, please. I’ll have to get you back to the institute somehow” he’d told them repeatedly on their way there, and he’d gotten quiet hums of agreement in response but of course once they got to the club the plead was long forgotten.

Alec couldn’t fathom why his siblings were the way they were with alcohol because neither one of them needed the liquid courage to be able to charm anything out of anybody. Jace had been in his very element since the second he stepped his foot in, of course, instantly surrounded by about a dozen women, while Izzy was carelessly jumping from vampire to vampire, all smiles, swaying back and forth with her arms around their necks.

Letting out a deep sigh, the shadowhunter turned back towards the counter of the bar only to have a shot glass thrust his way, as if the universe was telling him oh yeah, you’ll need it.

“Um, I didn’t order anything” He said quickly, but the bartender just shrugged and went back to mixing up other drinks.

“I did” A female voice said, and a second later the empty bar stool beside him was occupied by a relatively tall blonde woman with lipstick so bright it could be seen from outer space. “You don’t drink? That’s a pity.”

“No, I don’t” He answered dismissively, pushing the glass back just slightly. “And besides, I’m kind of like the designated driver for my siblings right now.”

The woman laughed, throwing her head back just enough to make her golden hair sparkle under the flashing lights of the club.

“That’s not a thing, now is it?” She asked and took a sip of the pink beverage in her hand. “Like, mundane driving? You don’t do that, do you?”

Alec furrowed his eyebrows. “No.”

“Whew” The girl exclaimed, throwing her hair over her shoulder before focusing her piercing blue eyes back on Alec. “You’re cute and everything, but that’s something I can’t get down with.”

Alec hummed despite his confusion, looking down at his feet, starting to think of creative ways to get out of the situation – preferably as soon as possible. It was tiring enough being stuck in a nightclub predominantly favored by downworlders, but having to deal with unwanted flirting was a level up on a game he wanted no part in.

Just as the girl started talking about how she’d ended up there tonight, Alec felt a hand squeezing his shoulder.

“Ah, Tessa! I see you’ve met my friend, Alexander.”

“Magnus! I guess, yes! Um- “ The girl, Tessa smiled exaggeratedly widely, finishing her drink.

Alec slowly turned to look to his side, and the sight greeting him left him so close to breathless it was terrifying.

Magnus let out a light, careless laugh, and the golden specks of glitter scattered over his cheekbones caught the light in a way that made his entire face glow. The same glitter reached his collarbones and chest as well, and Alec quickly convinced himself that he wouldn’t have even noticed such a thing if the man’s shirt hadn’t been mostly unbuttoned.

Magnus made some remark to Tessa about who Alec could only assume were the group of friends she’d come in with and then turned towards him.

“Alexander, why are you out here all by yourself? I told you that you would get eaten up.”

Alec turned to look from the girl toward his new apparent best friend. “Oh, uh-“ He tried to remain coherent despite being faced with Magnus’ dark, shimmering eyes, finding them nothing short of incredibly distracting and failing miserably. “Yeah.”

Magnus raised his eyebrows slightly, a balanced blend of sympathy and amusement appearing in his eyes, adding yet another dimension to his already layered presence.

He slowly turned his head towards Tessa once more, scrunching up his nose. “It’s his first time here. I told him that our friendship would survive even if he never wanted to visit here, but he is so persistent…” Magnus winked at her.

“Sure” Tessa said chipperly, letting herself down from the bar stool effortlessly despite her eight inch heels. “Well, I’ll be on my way now. Have fun!”

Once the girl had disappeared into the mass of dancing people and Magnus was certain of it, he groaned and sat down on the stool she left vacated. “I’m so sorry about that. Poor Tessa is so sweet, but she doesn’t have a gaydar to save her life” He said, grabbed the shot Alec had rejected earlier and chugged it down in one fluid move.

Alec stared – gaped more like it, at the man, not knowing what to say. He didn’t know how to sit, to act. Hell, he barely knew how to breathe anymore, so he certainly didn’t know how to respond to Magnus’ words regarding his sexuality,

Most of the things he came across in his everyday life were cold and gruesome or just boring – routine, order. Magnus, however, was the total opposite of all of that. His entire exterior screamed spontaneous and radical and in some odd, startling way, warm.

Alec shook his head almost unnoticeably, willing for his brain to function even just the slightest bit to have a somewhat articulate conversation with the gorgeous stranger in front of him.

“Uh, how do you know my name?”

“Oh I’ve met your sister several times. She’s a delight. We’ve gone shopping together on accident more than once.”

Of course, Alec thought. Izzy knew all the beautiful, glamorous people on the face of the earth. He should’ve known to expect that.

“And you’re… Magnus Bane?”

“You say that like you have barely heard of me before” He commented with a hint of a smile, turning to look at Alec. “And here I was thinking you were a Lightwood.”

“Well, I- My parents don’t exactly love downworlders, but…” His already quiet words were faded out by the music, but Magnus let it be.

The shadowhunter was obviously not in his element where he was, and so the discomfort that exuded off of him was understandable. Something about it made Magnus feel like he needed to just take his hand and get him far, far away from the place.

“That is not for you to worry about” He said simply, stirring his drink with the tiny plastic stick in the glass.

“Thanks for, you know-” He vaguely gestured towards the chair Magnus was now sitting on with his hand and then to the dance floor, where his siblings were still fully enjoying themselves, drinks in hand.

Magnus let out an amused chuckle, nodding his head. “I heard her call you cute. That is an atrocious understatement. I only do what I have to.”

Alec chuckled as well, mostly out of disbelief, ducking his head down as he felt the blush creeping in to color his cheeks a faint pink.

Before Alec could get his brain to stop short-circuiting enough to form some coherent response to Magnus, Izzy stumbled over to them and landed on Alec’s lap.

“Alec, do we ever have to leave? I love this place, Magnus, you’re just the best!” She giggled, making Magnus laugh in turn.

“Touché, my dear.”

Alec stood up slowly, looping an arm around his sister’s waist as he did. “I don’t want to be a buzzkill, but you’re going to die of alcohol poisoning if we don’t leave soon and you are not dying on my watch.”

“Big brother, you’re always a buzzkill” Izzy remarked, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly.

“I agree to disagree, Isabelle” Magnus winked, setting down his empty martini glass with delicate fingers.

This was the moment Jace decided to join them, grabbing Izzy’s hand and lifting it up triumphantly. “I just got five more phone numbers. I’m never going back to the institute.”

Alec turned to look at his parabatai, his eyes comically wide. “Okay, no. We’re going right now.”

The warlock chuckled softly. “Goodbye, Alexander.”

“Yeah, bye” Alec kind-of smiled at Magnus before turning around and allowing Jace to grab his arm as they went if only so that he could be sure that he was actually following.

That smile of his took mere seconds to fade, and even drunk out of her mind Isabelle looked up at him and saw just that.

“Hey, don’t you worry. I gave him your number the first time I met him” She said with a warm grin.

Alec glanced at her, thinking of questioning her words for a moment before realizing that there was no way she was lying. He also thought about scolding her for it, but the smile tugging at the corner of his lips gave him away before he could.

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