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Having Magnus in warlock form again was a true blessing. Alec had experienced one of the more annoying weeks of his life while his boyfriend had been stuck as a mythical creature. Sure, his parabatai had shown back up, but that hadn't really made that week any better. Faith had helped a lot, so had Julian, but life wasn't the same without Magnus around. (Alec was well aware he had it bad for the warlock, he didn't need reminders.) Running the cafe, dealing with the other Shadowhunters, and not having Magnus for a week? Kind of worse then the time he got beat up by a Forsaken. The second Magnus had requested they just be lazy for a day he had sighed in relief. A whole day with just Magnus and no one else.
Yes. Please.
Alec was sitting on top of the sheets in a pair of sweatpants and had a book resting in his lap. His head was tilted back slightly and he may have dozed off for a second since he was pretty exhausted. Instead of fully falling asleep he felt as if something was just a little off. First, it was a scent that seemed to invade the forming dreams.
Toxic.
His nose wrinkled in disgust as he tried to keep falling asleep. His mind was telling him that he knew that scent, as in he had smelled it before and that it was just as annoying then. The next thing that started to pull him from the call of slumberland was a light feather-like touch that happened every now and then on his hands. Alec let out a faint growl as it finally clicked in his sleepy brain.
"Magnus," he said in a warning tone without opening his eyes. "I am not against getting dressed and leaving."
Alec may have been gay, but he had no desire to try makeup or any of that stuff. Hell, just having makeup on his neck that one time to cover hickeys had been awful! The way it felt on his skin had bothered him all day because he had known it was there. Alec didn't want his nails painted, he didn't want his hair messed with, he didn't want to wear makeup, and he wouldn't actually leave the room. Magnus just needed to rethink what he was doing, that was all. The warlock could get away with changing Alec's wardrobe, but the Shadowhunter was drawing the line at nail polish. Well, nail polish and glitter. He was praying there wasn't any glitter involved with whatever Magnus was doing to his poor nails.