“If you end up drawing something magnificent, in contrast to the apple I would be drawing,” Magnus grumbles.
Alec chuckles before kissing Magnus on his cheek. “This isn’t a competition.”
“Speak for yourself,” Magnus shoots back.
He snorts, “Then we both know who is winning.”
“Excuse you, have you forgotten that I’m a designer and draw professionally.”
“You design clothes. This is different.”
“Snob,” Magnus mumbles.
He paints a beautiful picture of Makkaser, and it had Magnus’s small house situated at the end.
“I’m done.”
Magnus hides his sheet from his view and squeals, “No. I need another ten minutes.”
“Is this a talking Apple?” Alec grins.
“Fuck off.”
He throws his head back and lies comfortably. They’re both sitting on the floor, takeout next to them with a glass of wine in both their hands.
It’s heartbreakingly domestic.
There are things about people that you only learn after living with them for a long time. Alec still finds out new things about his kids every day.
He wonders how many things about each other they’d never get to know.
Magnus finishes his painting and squeals in joy, “I’m done.”
“Show.”
“First you.”
Alec huffs before turning his sheet. A beautiful smile appears on Magnus’s face.
“It’s gorgeous. And I hate you and your impeccable artistry.”
|| Alec Lightwood is happy. He has a supportive family, kids he adores more than anything in the world, and a job that allows him to support his kids' expensive lifestyles. He is happy and content.
However, Alec's kids are ready to move out when he meets Magnus again, twenty years since they broke up.
Alec and Magnus had a whirlwind romance in Paris two decades back. They fell in love instantly—and hard. But life pushed them away, and they went their separate ways.
A chance encounter brings the two back into each other's lives.
Will they fight the odds together this time and get the life their past selves promised each other?
A story about love, loss, and everything that follows. ||
