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Like every proper Shadowhunter, I pined for Idris. It had been almost a month since the rebellion, and since I had seen the city of Alicante. The wards were still down, which meant downworlders were allowed to venture through the city if they wished. The binding rune Clary had created seemed to tame the tensions between the two very different worlds for now, so although there were still some Nephilim that protested the downworlders' rights to be in Alicante, many were okay with the fact.

Things in Brooklyn were dark and repetitive while everyone mourned their losses, and the days seemed endless and ultimately pointless. There wasn't much more to do than eat, sleep, and cry, which was not the way of the Nephilim. During a previous phone conversation and meeting at Java Jones, Clary and I decided that it would be good for all of us to visit Idris, and get out of the Institute. There were lots of Shadowhunter families that were still dealing with their losses, and at least in Idris there were people for The Lightwoods to relate to.

In desperation, we'd always have Clary's portal making skills to fall back on if Magnus refused to make us a portal. However, I know I'd prefer something more reliable, and I'm fairly sure the rest of us would too. Not that I'm undermining Clary's abilities, but Magnus has got to be like..a thousand years old or something. Certainly, he has more experience.

Clary and I made our way through the city to Magnus' flat. I hadn't seen Alec at the Institute so my best bet was that he was there with him. We entered the large building and walked up the stairs to his place. The building gave me nasty memories of the first time we'd met Magnus- at his party for his cat. Later, Simon stupidly drank Fae drinks and turned himself into a rat, but that's whole other story. I knocked on the door and waited with Clary, tapping my foot. I was about to turn around until I suddenly heard stirring in the apartment. "I guess he's home.."

(Yeah, yeah, yeah- It's scrawny for a first post. Life shall go on. :])

Sometimes, I hated being a warlock. Sometimes it was dreadful having heightened senses. Especially when I was trying to sleep. If it were a normal morning and I were alone, I'd have been really pissed off. But this was not just any old morning, this was a morning when I was not alone. I had Alec with me. So, I was more pissed than usual. I pondered for a moment, turning who ever woke me into a frog.

I had been in a fitful sleep when I heard a knock at the door of my flat. The knock woke me right up. For around a third of a second I debated not getting it. I was comfortable, and warm, and in my bed next to Alec. All of those things were far better than getting up and facing the possible chill of the flat, and seeing who was bothering me this particular time of morning. I realized that I should have a sign on my door that said "Don't knock before noon." I was not a morning person.

Reluctantly, I rose from my bed - curiosity had bested me. I threw on a shirt and walked to the door in absolutely no hurry. I planned on bitching out who ever dare stand on the other side of the door. However, I was often a sucker for giving into my more theatrical tendencies, so I decided to go with something dramatic rather than cruel for my morning greeting.

"Who DARE bother Magnus Bane the Great at this hour of the morning?" I roared in the deepest scary voice attempt I could conjure, so it would sound like the Wizard in the Wizard of Oz. I said it loud enough so whoever was on the other side of the door could hear me.

I stood next to Jace calmly having spent the night at the Institute with him. Purely platonic of course but it had been good to get close to him and going out on another...mission of sorts, was just what the Doctor ordered. Shockingly enough I had found myself actually looking forward to seeing Magnus. It had been a while since I had talked properly to the warlock. I also wondered if he had found Chairman Meow yet. This made me chuckle inwardly at the name. So weird yet so Magnus.

I couldn't resist a laugh at Magnus' over the top reaction to us knocking for him. It was just so him and yet the idea of us being scared by that was just as funny. Please, if we could handle demons and forsaken then an irritated Magnus Bane was no problem. Now if he was truly pissed as in I''m-going-to-turn-you-into-something-uncomfortable-pissed then maybe I would be a bit scared. But I figured this was just Magnus being grouchy. He didn't strike me as the morning person.

I slowly took Jace's hand with a warm smile. Soon we may be on our way back to Idris. That is if everything went to plan. I wasn't entirely sure whether Magnus sounded particularly helpful today although to be fair we probably had just woken him up.

I was done being a bitch. Though I had a tiny hangover, I decided to be nice to my guests. I figured that I knew who it was. Who else would be at my door this early in the morning? I was almost one hundred percent positive that they were not door too door salesmen. Salesmen stopped coming to the door after I took a chocolate bar from one, ate it and didn't pay for it. I was being kind of spoiled about it. I wanted a chocolate bar, but....well, it wasn't the time for recollection. Sometimes I distracted myself thinking back on things. I had guests at the door and the weather outside was not really June in Florida weather. They were probably chilly.

I swung open the door and Chairman Meow was the first to walk in. I nearly burst with glee! Chairman Meow had run away again. I didn't think he was coming back. I bent over with the door open, still leaving my guests at the door and scooped the precious kitty cat up into my arms. "Oh, look what Chairman Meow dragged in." I teased them but smiled. I gestured to the living room, which I hadn't had a chance to clean up yet. Not that I was really going to. Chances are, I wouldn't, but sometimes I cleaned so things didn't get too out of hand. "Make yourself at home." I snapped my fingers, as I noticed Alec's sweater still on the sofa from last night. I wasn't sure where I sent it, but I knew I sent it away.

"What brings you two here?" I wondered.

From what had sounded like a temper, Magnus sure seemed to have calmed down. Not that I was complaining. As much as his theatrics amused me at times sometimes it was nice just having calm waters for a while. After the months that had gone by it certainly made a pleasant change. I glanced at Jace then looked at Magnus.

"We're going back to Idris for a visit and we're going to ask the Lightwoods and we'd like to ask you along too. If the Lightwoods agree to come I think it would be good for Alec to have you there. If you want..." I said with a small smile. "That and ahem...." I reddened a little. "If we go with one of my portals we might end up in Lake Lyn"

I had a dream that someone was pounding my head in with a hammer. A large one. Then I woke up and I still felt like my head was being pounded in with a hammer. I registered three things as soon as I woke up. Magnus wasn't there. I had a enormous hangover. There were voices coming from the living room. For the moment, I decided to focus on the hangover. By the Angel, it was the worst hangover I'd ever had in my entire life. I rolled over, burying my aching head into the soft sheets, remembering exactly what had happened last night. I groaned, feeling my face flush slightly. I'd come over, incredibly drunk, to see what Magnus thought of my Marks. And then I'd practically attacked him. Brilliant. He probably thought I was a drunken psychopath now. Though, I reminded myself with a grin, he didn't exactly seem to mind.

I rolled over, putting my feet on the floor, elbows on knees, and my head in my hands. Would the pounding headache never end? I really had to stop drinking. Especially if drinking resulted in myself coming over to Magnus', making a fool of myself, and waking up with a pounding headache. And no shirt. I looked at my chest, permanent swirls of black and scars marring it with no shirt or sweater to cover it up. I quickly decided that I could never get drunk anywhere remotely near Magnus' ever again. Obviously, I couldn't control myself while drunk.

I ran one hand through my hair, then pressed my fingers to my temples. I must have been spectacularly drunk to garner such a hangover. I gingerly stood up, wincing as the blood flow made my head pound in sync with my heart. I really needed to stop drinking. I sighed, then opened the bedroom door to walk out and into the living room. Where Jace and Clary were talking to Magnus. This was just turning out to be the best morning ever.

"Hello..." I mumbled inarticulately in the direction of Jace and Clary. I stood rooted to the spot, looking around for my sweater which quite obviously wasn't on the couch. I looked a little bit desperately at Magnus, and then scowled at him, realizing that he must have moved it. Ironically, I was a brighter shade of red than my sweater had been. Thankfully, I still had my jeans on. That didn't make me feel much better, though. This was just great. Not only had I woke up to a headache, and no Magnus, Jace and Clary just had to see me walk out of Magnus' bedroom shirtless. Perfect, just perfect.

Magnus seemed to be in a better mood than usual. He was still his diva self, of course, but he didn't seem as pissed off as he usually did. I smirked my usual confident smirk at Magnus' joke about that Chinese communist cat of his. "Make yourself at home." I walked into the familiar, messy flat with Clary and sat down on his couch. I'd nearly lost my mind when I stayed with Magnus. Everything was always cluttered, as you may expect a warlock, who can magically get materials by simply snapping his fingers' flat to be.

I laced my fingers with Clary's and let her explain our idea to Magnus. She said it better than I could. I hoped Magnus would go for the idea. We could all really benefit from a vacation back to Idris. I knew Alec wouldn't leave Magnus in Brooklyn, and we did need a portal there anyways. Besides, Magnus wasn't so bad. He was almost as witty as me, which kept me on my toes. One thing that was great about staying with Magnus was our bantering. I was a smart ass, and he gave it right back. It was fun.

The door down the hall- where Magnus slept, I remembered- creaked open, and I turned my head to see what it was. I certainly wasn't expecting to see Alec walking out of his room, shirtless. Then again, he'd been spending an awful lot of time at Pandemonium and with Magnus. What did I really expect? I tried to dismiss the thought. I wasn't homophobic in the least bit, but I knew Alec for what seemed like forever. His coming out was still recent, and I wasn't completely used to the idea just yet. I was happy that he found love, I always knew he would, I just never really expected it to be with the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Looks like I wasn't the only one who had an interesting night. Magnus' good mood began to make a bit more sense. "Hi, stranger...," I said, not really helping relieve the big elephant in the room.

I squeezed Jace's hand as we waited for the idea to settle in. I was still getting used to the fact that Jace and I now had a physical relationship as well as an emotional one. It felt very grown up and now we were going back to Idris together, it was all rather fast flowing though I couldn't say that I minded anything. It was all part of moving on and hopefully the Lightwoods would see it that way too.

I glanced up when Jace spoke and I spotted Alec coming out the room shirtless. I looked down with a smirk and playfully nudged Jace. "I told you we should have come later." I said good naturedly. I looked up at Alec who looked a bit like death warmed up. "You okay, Alec?" I asked.

Things couldn't have gone so not perfectly. I hadn't expected Alec to be awake for a good while. Not that I cared if his friends knew he spent the night with me. Or that there were a few..things that happened. But, Alec was sometimes...well, sometimes he was shy when it came to the talk of our relationship. He was already taking the present situation really well. I was not expecting that.

His face was a delicious shade of red. He was so cute when he was blushing. I couldn't help but chuckle at his situation. I had just poofed his shirt and two minutes later he happens to get up, leaving my bedroom, shirtless. "Morning, Alec. I assumed you would have slept longer..." I trailed off my words, because I was distracted, eying his shirtlessness. He was beautiful. My eyes traced the patterns and lines of his runes. Which, were the cause of why he was here shirtless. He had come over last night to ask me about his runes. He had been afraid that they were unattractive, when they were the complete opposite.

For the sake of being polite to the guests, I decided not to go over to him and pull him into my arms like I wanted to. It also wasn't polite to make out in front of other people. Besides, I doubted Alec would like that. However, I instead settled on just teasing Alec. "I'm sorry about your shirt. Well, not really. But I'm sorry you're embarrassed." I flashed a grin in his direction so he knew I was just teasing.

I was about to sit down on the other couch in my living room, but I suddenly sensed a bit of an uncomfortable atmosphere. Jace and Clary didn't look bothered but I had that feeling like something was going on and no one wanted to speak about it. That was the only thing that made our situation a little uncomfortable. Yes. Alec spent the night. In my bed. Shirtless. With me. Maybe it was weird for Jace because he was used to Alec being home. He was not, however used to going to a warlocks house and finding Alec shirtless first thing in the morning. I smirked slightly at the though and almost said something about it, but decided not to.

I realized I still hadn't answered Clary about Idris, but I'd address her in a moment when the atmosphere was less...weird. I finally sank down on the other couch and Chairman Meow jumped up beside me. I pat the cat's head and earned a content pur, before he jumped on my lap and lay down.

I decided quickly that is would be best to pretend that I had a shirt on, any shirt. Even a shirt with rainbows and unicorns and such on it. Well... maybe not. But a shirt, at least. I tucked my thumbs in the pockets of my jeans, thank the Angel that I had those on. I was trying to feign intense casualness. The blush that seemed to be taking up permanent residence on my face was not fooled. It didn't help that Jace said "Hello, stranger," which just made me feel as if I was on the walk of shame. My back straightened at this thought, my bearing growing a little more confident and a little less embarrassment. Shame was not something that I would associate with Magnus. If Jace or Clary were uncomfortable, well, they hadn't had to come so early in the morning, had they?

The fact of the matter was, Jace probably hadn't meant to make me feel anything about my coming out of Magnus' room. He was completely fine with Magnus and I, he was just unused to it, or so I had been told. Still, I was a little touchy about Jace when Magnus and I were concerned, even so. Clary, I hadn't liked her for a while, not to say that I had disliked her, but I was feeling considerably better toward her at the moment. Her easy-going attitude helped relieve a bit of my tension. I rubbed a hand over my hair, shaking my head a bit. "Other than the enormous, pounding headache? Oh, I'm perfect." I replied, shaking my head at myself. I really did need to stop drinking. Hangovers were an unfortunate business.

Luckily, my immense hangover didn't completely get in the way of my brain functioning. Well. I did say not "completely." I looked at Clary, and Jace out of the corner of my eye. It was much easier to look at Clary, I hadn't known her for very long, and I had never entertained any foolish delusions about her. "What are you two doing here, anyway?" I asked, for once my habit of shoving my emotions under a mountain was helping. My voice sounded flat, without inflection. Of course, Jace had known be long enough, and Magnus knew me well enough to know this was more or less a defense mechanism.

[[oc: Sorry this took so long and is so short, school is trying to kill me with an ax.]]

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you crave attention, you can never say no
EVERYBODY WANTS YOU . EVERYBODY WANTS YOU .
you throw your affections any way the wind blows

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Izzy had awoken in her room and got out of bed, going to the kitchen to grab some breakfast, well make some. But what unsettled her was that there was a eerie silence within the Institute. She furrowed her brows and went to knock on Alec’s door, she figured he wouldn’t be home but tried anyways. Then went to Jace’s and her parent’s room. Nobody was there, and they didn’t have the decency to wake her up if they were going somewhere. She figured though that they might have gone to Magnus’s place, seeing as that’s usually the place they go for important issues. She yawned and then moaned to herself as she went back to her room.

She scavenged through her closet for a decent wear and came out with her grey weave and metallic knit sweater and her black mcqueen jeans. She placed her black heart jewelry on and made sure her bracelet was still upon her wrists before putting on her heels and setting off over to Magnus’s place. She was too lazy to drive or anything so she called a measly mundane cab. She got it, told the driver where to go and was quiet the rest of the way there. She knew that they were just trying to give her space, but hey, she did need to be in the loop too, no matter how much she is grieving.

Once the cab reached the pandemonium, she paid her fare and got out, looking at the club as the taxi drove away. Everything started here at the club, they had found Clary that night and the whole rollercoaster ride began. She shook her head and started to walk towards the club and then through to Magnus’s home. Her heels echoed through the lot as she walked and the sun glinted in her sunglasses. Once she reached his door, she knocked and placed one hand in her front pocket and one on her hip, waiting for him to open the door.

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