frayedgirl (frayedgirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-02 21:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clary fray, magnus bane |
Who: Magnus and Clary
When: Backdated: Friday, September 27th. Afternoon
Where: Her community college art class
What: Magnus is hired for Clary’s art class, memories ensue
Rating/Warning: Family Friendly
Status: Complete
Clary settled into her position around the podium, next to a girl who really liked to talk and didn’t mind if the other person didn’t really reply. That suited Clary just fine, she didn’t find it particularly easy to talk to new people. She had Simon who had been her best friend since they were little and she hadn’t ever really needed anyone else.
She wasn’t sure what to expect from today’s class to be honest. The teacher had said that she had invited someone to model for them, but she wasn’t sure if that meant naked or clothed or anything in between. She’d considered not coming for fear of what might happen, but had eventually decided to brave it and see. If she wanted to be an artist, she’d have to buck up and see art...in all its glory.
Magnus had agreed to model for the art class that his friend taught on the condition that he didn’t have to do it nude. It wasn’t that he had anything against nudity, but he didn’t even do nude photoshoots, so he wasn’t about to pose nude for a bunch of people to draw him. His friend agreed and so here he was, walking into the studio used for the art classes, wearing a tight pair of jeans and no shirt. His dark hair had quite a bit of product in his and he’d decided not to wear the brown contacts, so his yellow eyes were there for everyone to see. Moving to the middle of the room, Magnus sat down on the chaise lounge that was situated there and go comfortable. He was going to be there for awhile.
Clary breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the model walk in with trousers on, sharing a relieved giggle with the girl next to her, although talk was now turning to how he could have been a Chippendale he was that stunning. Clary watched him getting comfortable. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was somehow familiar to her, his yellow eyes calling to her in some way and stirring something in the back of her mind. Without really realising it, she started to sketch.
While Magnus lounged out and the students began drawing him, he thought back to the dreams he’d had the night before. They had started with him living in Brooklyn in the twenty first century, which was quite the time jump from his last one, which had taken place in Victorian England. As usual, he was doing odd things for Downworlders and Shadowhunters and Mundanes alike. One such thing had been a memory charm on the daughter of a Shadowhunter who didn’t want her to know about her mother’s past. The woman, Jocelyn would bring her daughter in every year to have the charm redone. The dream then jumped again and he was throwing a rather large party with the excuse that it was Chairman Meow’s birthday. That was an interesting bit as well, even in the dreams he had the same cat. Of course the more interesting part came about when Alec, Jace, Izzy and the girl, Clary, showed up. Up until now Magnus hadn’t realized that the Lightwoods’ dreams took place in the same dream world that his did. He certainly had to talk to them after this.
Clary couldn’t take her eyes from the model as she drew. She hadn’t looked at the canvas once, her hand moving of it’s own volition. She could hear her friend next to her talking in her direction but couldn’t really make out the words. The sound built up a little as more people started talking in her direction, looking at her canvas over her shoulder, until she felt a hand on her shoulder and jolted out of her reverie. Turning towards the hand, she looked up to see her tutor who was gazing down at her with a concerned expression. Her eyes kept flicking from Clary’s face to the canvas Clary had been working, her friend next to her was looking stunned by something.
Clary looked back at the canvas and saw an image sketched out. Of a party scene with a lot of people. In the foreground were a group of young people, with black marks covering their skin and black leather clothing. In the background were groups of people surrounding a bar, people she somehow knew were vampires and faeries. In the centre was the model, cat-like eyes standing out in the image and by his feet; a rat. How did she know that was Simon?
Magnus hadn’t realized that anything was going on at first. It wasn’t until he noticed people, including his friend, surrounding one of the easels. He couldn’t see the person behind the easel, but he was extremely curious as to what exactly was going on. Either the person had captured his likeness exactly or something else was going on. It wasn’t until one of the people surrounding the easel moved that he caught a glimpse of the girl behind it and his yellow cat eyes widened as he recognized the red hair and the face that it framed. Clary. Clarissa Fray. The girl he had done the memory charm on was sitting behind the easel looking utterly shocked.
Clary looked from the canvas back to the model, not sure what had just happened. “I don’t...M...Magnus?” she asked, confused as to how she knew the man’s name. She picked up the canvas and moved over to stand in front of him, holding the canvas out at arm’s length next to him. “Why have I drawn this?” she asked him.
The last thing Magnus had expected was for Clary to get up and bring her canvas over to him, but that was exactly what she did and the moment his eyes fell upon what she had drawn, he recognized it immediately. It was the party from his dream. The party where he’d met Alec, Jace and Izzy as well as Clary’s friend Simon. Yellow cat eyes flicked from the drawing then up to Clary before he stood, quite a bit taller than her, “You must have dreamt it.” He then glanced at the other people in the room who were staring at them and he leaned in so only Clary would hear him, “Perhaps we should go somewhere where we won’t have an audience.” This might have been the first time Magnus didn’t want to be the center of attention.
“So you recognise this? How?” Clary insisted, not intimidated by him towering above her as he stood. Noticing everyone in the room staring at them, Clary ducked her head, holding the canvas to her front. “We’re just going to take a quick break,” she told her tutor, who still looked a little confused but nodded nonetheless. She motioned to Magnus with her head that they should step out into the hall to talk. “So how am I painting...or dreaming, as you say, about you, me and Simon being in the same place when I know we’ve never met?” she asked.
Once out in the hall, Magnus sighed and ran a hand through his thick, black hair, not at all bothered by the fact that he was currently wearing only a pair if jeans in the hallway of the building where the art class was held. He'd have to apologize to his friend later, but for now there were other matters at hand, "Your name is Clary Fray, correct?" He already knew this of course, but he wanted it confirmed by her, "And I'm guessing you're on Valarnet too." He hadn't heard of anyone not on Valarnet who was having the dreams.
“I...yes,” Clary replied cautiously. “How do you...how do I know you?”
Magnus nodded and crossed his arms over his chest then leaned back against the wall. This reminded him of when he’d talked to Clary at the party in his dream, “No one knows how it happens, but people who use Valarnet have dreams. Some people dream about being super heroes. Some dream about being vampires and werewolves. Others dream about normal things. I happen to dream about being a Warlock, hence the eyes. And apparently you’re also dreaming about the same world.” He glanced at the picture she’d drawn and pointed at the figure of Alec, “That’s my boyfriend. The other two are his sister and cousin. I just had the dream you drew and apparently it was my party.”
“Let me get this straight,” Clary smiled, beginning to feel like this was a big joke. “You know…everyone I drew in this picture? I mean here, in this city, in this...life?” she asked incredulously. How could not only two strangers, but six, dream the same life? “Who are these people? Can I meet them?”
Magnus listened as she spoke and nodded once she was done, “Of course. Wait.” Reaching into his back pocket, Magnus pulled out his phone, unlocked it and opened up his photos then showed Clary one of Alec and Jace. Anyone could say they knew the people she’d drawn, but it was another thing entirely to prove it, “To prove that I’m not crazy. I can find one of Izzy too, if you want.”
“Izzy…” Clary shook her head, putting a hand to her forehead and unknowingly a smudge of charcoal there. “I...this is so weird...these are...they’re real! I mean, I spoke to this guy Jace on the Net and he mentioned about dreams but I...I didn’t believe him...” she rambled.
“Jace says a lot of things, but he was telling the truth about this.” He pressed the button on the top of the phone to turn it off and slipped it back into his pocket, “How else would I be able to explain these?” He pointed at his yellow cat’s eyes, “Just to clarify, they’re not contacts.” He watched Clary, knowing how strange the first couple of dreams could be.
“Seriously?” Clary stepped closer, rising on her toes and narrowing her eyes as she looked at his eyes closer. “That’s awesome,” she commented with a wry smile as she stepped back. “So...how did you meet these guys then? Here I mean?”
When Clary moved towards him to look at his eyes, Magnus leaned down slightly, considering he was well over six feet tall, so that Clary would be able to see then straightened up once she moved back, “I met Alexander first. I was running on the beach and he was just sitting there. I met Isabelle through him and Jace also happens to be a model.” Jace had done quite a few shoots recently so it was entirely possible that Clary may have seen his ads and just not realized it until now.
Clary gazed down at the picture in her hand, wondering about how quickly her life had turned crazy. Her eyes caught on the small figure of a rat that she knew to be Simon and looked up at Magnus. “I don’t suppose you happen to know how my best friend ended up being a rat do you?”
“Best guess is that he drank something at the party. There were a whole slew of Warlock drinks around.” Magnus recalled the various brightly colored drinks that had been at the bar he’d set up that night, in the dream. “You think he would have been smarter than to drink some strange drink that he didn’t know what it was.” Of course Magnus was one to talk. He’d drank plenty of things at parties when he didn’t know what it was, but none of those had ever turned him into rodents.
“Hey! That’s my best friend you’re talking about!” Clary defended Simon. “He’s not some dumb hick,” she told him indignantly.
Magnus smirked, “Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it. Just saying, he should have been more careful.” He liked Clary already. He wondered if he should tell her about the memory charm, but if she was having memories of the party the chances were, she already knew about him telling her about the memory charm. “I’ll try not to have any drinks that turn people into rats at any of my next parties.” Not that Magnus had any actual abilities to make Warlock drinks or anything.
“Yeah...well...good!” Clary nodded, feeling almost like she’d won the argument but not entirely sure how. She ran her fingers along the edges of her canvas. “So, are you anything like in the dreams? I mean other than your eyes?”
“You mean, am I a Warlock?” Magnus shook his head, “No, I’m still human aside from my eyes.” He didn’t know what it’d be like when he eventually did become completely Warlock; especially what it meant as far as the whole immortality aspect went. Would that part bleed over too?
“Do you think you will?” Clary asked quietly. She remembered the memory charm her mother had asked him to cast on her, it was after all been one of the reasons they had gone to his house. If her mother ever started remembering these...dreams, she wanted to know whether he might be able to do it to her in the future.
Magnus shrugged, “I might. My eyes have already changed, so I suppose it’s only a matter of time before I change completely.” He would just have to deal with that when it came. He was about to ask Clary if she was alright with the whole dream thing when the teacher of the class stuck her head out to ask if everything was alright and said that they really needed to continue with class.
"Yeah, sure," Clary smiled and nodded to the tutor and the woman disappeared back into the room. "Can I ask you not to...do that...charm? On me? Even if my mom asks you to?"
So she did know. Magnus nodded, "You have my word. I wouldn't do any magic to anyone so didn't want it." Magnus paused, "Unless they were evil." Smirking, he gestured towards the door to the classroom, "Shall we?"
"Thanks," Clary smiled at him, holding her canvas in front of her and lead them back into classroom to do the actual assignment.