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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"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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He showed Alec to the restaurant on East 13th and 3rd near an American Apparel store and among a row of tired looking redbrick buildings. It is an Ethiopian and Italian fusion restaurant run by Downworlders.
It was on the shady, shabby side, so Shadowhunters did not frequent it.
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He wasn't sure how he did want to come out, but it wasn't like that.
There was a large, graffitied dinosaur obscuring the restaurant's sign, and Alec squinted at it to get a better look, but he followed Magnus in easily enough.
At least, it was easy until the door closed behind them and silence fell on the dimly-lit room. Silence broken by a crash, as an ifrit with flaming eyebrows dove behind a table.
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It seemed like such a good idea, no Nephlim would be here and no chance that his family would get word about the date. But it took a hear beat for Magnus to realize his mistake. He was treating Alec like a mundane date but the look at the patrons said everything. Everyone who was here can tell that Alec is a Shadowhunter. Magnus might as well have walked into a Prohibition-era speakeasy flanked by police officers holding Tommy guns.
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"I swear. Just to talk and eat."
Luigi shook his head, "For you, Magnus. But if he makes any moves towards my other customers..." he trails off and gestures at Alec.
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"Shadowhunters are never off duty," Luigi said before leading them off to a dark and remote corner of the restaurant, for which Alec was extremely grateful.
A moment later, a werewolf waiter came to their table. He looked dreadfully bored. "Hello, my name is Eric, and I will be your server this eve-- Oh my god, you're a Shadowhunter."
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