Chapter 3

Alec's reaction could've been worse, honestly. He could have yelled at Magnus. Told him he was selfish at trying to decide how long he gets to live. It's not as though Simon hadn't binge-watched all of the Twilight movies after becoming a vampire and ranted about how wrong the entire thing was and nearly making Alec want to punch him in the throat. But Alec didn't yell. He didn't even say a word, not at first. He was in shock.

"That's...there's a way to make me immortal? Without me turning into a Downworlder?" Magnus knew Alec didn't mean it in a negative way. After all, if Magnus would have told Alec to become a vampire, that would have been a completely different story. Magnus didn't think Alec would want to live off of blood for the rest of eternity. Though he already had brooding, being pale, and wearing black down.

"Yes, darling. I...talked to Valerie about it. She's an expert at reading people's emotions. She saw our soul bond, told me it was pure white. Though for two souls to actually intertwine and accept each other can only be done by marriage or literally intertwining the two souls in some way.

I know marriage might be too soon, and even if you'd want...want that, with me, I personally don't want to get married until we can be wed in gold. And that's going to take a while. Though Alec, she said that you need to accept my soul. Well, your actual soul has to. It's tied to your heart, the soul. I'm sorry if I'm coming on as too forward or if-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence. Alec had kissed him, nearly knocking him into the wall behind him. He was pulled close, Alec's hands clutching tightly onto his waist. The kiss was deep, hungry. It unravelled Magnus' mind and then rearranged it so all his thoughts were consumed by Alec's desire for him. His love. His affection. Magnus thought he may burst.

The look in Alec's hazel eyes cut through Magnus like a hot knife, but instead of burning in pain, he burned with passion. "Don't you ever think that I resent you for your intensity, Magnus. If it wasn't for that, we wouldn't be together. I'd be married to Lydia, a woman. I'd be unhappy and I would never admit it. I love you. Never apologize to me for who you are."

If Alec hadn't had been holding onto him, Magnus was sure he would have fallen onto his knees in front of his angel. In amazement, in awe. In complete and utter devotion. This man had ruined him. Had opened up his soul and taken it with him, made it his. And Magnus wasn't even sorry. He didn't regret it one bit.

"Please tell me that I can tell her to work her magic. I need to know, Alec. With everything that's happening I…"

"You're scared, Magnus. But that's okay. I'm scared too. But I want us to be together for whatever outcome the angels have planned. Together, with no single way to tear us apart. Never again." Alec pressed a kiss to his cheek, so soft, gentle, tender. It made Magnus' heart soar. "I want to be tied to you in every single way. Do you remember when I told you that?" Alec asked, eyes large and filled with emotion. Magnus nodded. He remembered when Alec told him that. It had been the day Alec had lost his virginity to him. He wanted Magnus to take him apart, to take a part of him no one else would ever have. So that if one day, when Alec wasn't with him, he'd have that memory. That memory was his and Alec's and their's and no one would ever take it from them. Something that physical was tied into one's core.

"This will just be another way I'd be tied to you. It will be total, irrevocable, pure. And I will cherish every single second of every single day that my soul will be linked with your's."

The night for them was red that night, intoxicating and yet so very innocent, so very them, and Magnus thanked every single star that allowed Alexander Lightwood to come into his life and make it feel like he was living again.