Alec Lightwood (
strongest_faith) wrote2018-08-22 04:16 pm
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The Bane Chronicles: The Course of True Love (And First Dates)
Alec was late. He was really late. Late enough that he was pretty sure Magnus would have given up on him. Damn Jace wanting to train and Alec's inability to think of a good enough excuse to get out of it.
He'd rushed through a shower and pulled on a light-blue shirt that was actually new. Izzy said it did good things for his eyes. Alec hoped they were good enough for Magnus to forget that he was supposed to be there more than twenty minutes ago. He also hoped Izzy had been right about the cologne. He'd never worn cologne before.
As he sprinted through the Brooklyn streets to Magnus's loft, Alec dodged between pedestrians and once or twice vaulted a low wall that was in his way. He couldn't be bothered to stop for things like red lights, so he just flitted between (or over) cars where necessary. He was already late, but he didn't have to be any later.
By the time he got to Magnus's loft and threw himself at the buzzer, he actually needed to catch his breath.
[ooc: Dialogue and plot courtesy of Cassandra Clare's The Bane Chronicles.]
He'd rushed through a shower and pulled on a light-blue shirt that was actually new. Izzy said it did good things for his eyes. Alec hoped they were good enough for Magnus to forget that he was supposed to be there more than twenty minutes ago. He also hoped Izzy had been right about the cologne. He'd never worn cologne before.
As he sprinted through the Brooklyn streets to Magnus's loft, Alec dodged between pedestrians and once or twice vaulted a low wall that was in his way. He couldn't be bothered to stop for things like red lights, so he just flitted between (or over) cars where necessary. He was already late, but he didn't have to be any later.
By the time he got to Magnus's loft and threw himself at the buzzer, he actually needed to catch his breath.
[ooc: Dialogue and plot courtesy of Cassandra Clare's The Bane Chronicles.]
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But they also seem to be setting up for a performance directly in front of Alec and Magnus. One of them starts dancing, swinging himself from poles and handrails precariously in the crowded car. The other set himself up cross-legged, beating a drum.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and whatever else you got," he begins, and Alec sits back a little. "We're gonna perform for your entertainment. I hope you enjoy it. We call it 'The Butt Song'."
Oh. Oh no.
Oh, this cannot end well.
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"Roses are red, and
They say love's not made
to last,
But I know I'll never
get enough of that sweet,
sweet ass.
All that jelly in your
jeans, all that junk in
your trunk,
I just gotta have it -
one look and I was sunk.
If you ever wonder
why I had to make you
mine,
It's 'cause no other
lady has a tush so fine.
They say you're not a
looker, but I don't mind.
What I'm looking at is
the view from behind.
Never been romantic,
don't know what love
means,
But I know I dig the
way you're wearing
those jeans.
Hate to see you leave
but love to watch you go.
Turn back, then leave
again-baby do it slow
I'm coming right after,
gonna make a pass,
Can't get enough of
that sweet, sweet ass."
Most of the commuters seemed stunned. Magnus isn't sure if Alec is stunned or if he is deeply scandalized but Magnus was doing everything he can to keep from laughing. But as it was, Magnus is profoundly grateful when they reached their stop.
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And then they reach their stop, and they can get off the train, and Alec thinks that maybe things are looking up, when a skinny, freckled guy slips by them and tries to pickpocket Magnus's wallet.
Alec hardly has time to think before he's acting, grabbing the man by his arm and throwing him.
The man goes flying, arms and legs flailing, and he lands hard on the platform, a crack reverberating through the space. Alec's boot his on his throat before he has a chance to react.
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Just as Magnus thought someone might have picketed his pocket there was a howl and screech.
And there on the platform floor was the guy who had picked his pocket.
The Friday night commuters started to form a knot of bodies in tight shiny clothes and artful hair around Magnus and Alec.
The red head squawked, revealing braces, and flapped his hands in an urgent surrender. "Dude! I'm sorry! Seriously! I didn't know you were a ninja" the red head blurts our to Alec.
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And now--by the Angel--there are mundanes everywhere, and they're staring, gathering around to watch.
Alec lifted his boot from the guy's neck and muttered. "I'm not a ninja."
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"A lot of people are looking for someone as pretty as you who'd do his own stunts."
He takes a step back and gives Magnus a desperate look.
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His attitude and the glance he shoots at the girl clearly communicate my date
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"No offense," she quickly adds. "Let me give you my card. I work in a talent agency. You could be a star."
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"He doesn't' have a social security number. You can't hire him."
trying to get Alec out of this situation. This poor girl has no idea who she is talking to.
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"That's a shame. He could be huge. Those eyes."
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When Magnus only shrugged, Alec continued. "Knockout?"
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Pity. He'd thought Magnus agreed out of pity.
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Interrupting their moment the thief pipes up, "I'll give the wallet back."
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"That wallet bit me!"
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"This just isn't you lucky night, is it?"
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That's...sort of clever, actually.
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Judging from the look on Magnus's face, Alec had disappointed him.
"Totally cool designer," said the girl with the butterfly clips. "You know they give you designer stuff for free when you're a movie star?"
Alec wasn't exactly sure what it was about him that gave her the impression this would be a selling point.
"I can always flog a Varvatos wallet," the mugger affirmed. "Not that I'd steal or sell anything from anyone on this platform," he was quick to add. "Especially not you guys." Alec was not entirely sure what to make of the look this guy gave him. It was not unlike the way Max looked at Jace. "I didn't know gay guys could fight like that. Like, no offense. It was badass."
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There was a murmur of sympathy.
Alec looks a little wild eyed. The warlock is certain that Alec is having a miserable time. It was supposed to be a simple plan. He sighs internally.
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"Aw, man, I'm sorry," said the mugger. "I wouldn't want to mess up anybody's first date with a ninja."
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He was worried that Alexander was planning to fling himself into the path of an oncoming train.
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"Sorry again," said the mugger, waving them off cheerfully.
Alec could feel the tips of his ears burning as the left the platform to the sounds of an encouraging crowd.
Thanks, guys, Alec thought. No pressure.
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