Our Strings of Fate, Woven Together
Simon looked at Alec considering it and waited until Alec nodded at him before standing up and walking over to the tapestries on the right.
His hand hovered over Jace’s column for a hesitant moment, before he touched it- first with just the tips of his fingers then his whole hand pressed against the tapestry, face lit up in awe.
Jace walked over briskly and threw both of his hand onto his likeness without thinking.
Tension he hadn’t been aware he was caring bleed out of him.
Robert, Maryse, and Jocelyn stood in the middle of the room admiring the artwork from afar.
Luke and Raphael watched the others from the corner.
Izzy and Max joined their brother and Simon.
Magnus followed the young shadowhunters over to the tapestries and brushed the air over the each one with his finger tips feeling jolts of love, acceptance, understanding, a sense of protection seep through his fingers into his very being. It felt similar to being wrapped in a heavy fuzzy blanket during a storm, comfort from a loved one’s hug after a long day, and the brightness of your favorite person’s smile all wrapped up in one.
Magnus felt the need to blink away bittersweet tears.
Alec suddenly stood to the side of him, hand on his elbow, and lead him away.
He brought Magnus over to the large white sheet that covered the wall before them.
He dragged a chair over and pulled out a small knife. He stood on the chair and cut two small slits, each just off to the middle.
He offered his hand to Magnus and he accepted it, joining Alec on the chair. Alec maneuvered them until he stood behind Magnus, his hands sliding down the warlock’s arms until he could rest his hands on the others. He raised their joined hands and placed them into the sheets openings.
Magnus gasped and began to tremble. He was grateful to already be in Alec’s arms because he wasn’t sure he would have been able to stand without his support as he was overwhelmed by layer after layer of love, longing, support, gratitude, fondness, a few random bursts of fear or confusion, but mostly a whirlwind of good honest feelings that were wrapped up so tightly together it was impossible to separate and identify them all. It felt like drowning in happiness.
Alec took his hands away and Magnus let his own slip through the holes and fall to his sides. He rested heavily on his boyfriend, head tilted sideways on his shoulder, face buried in his neck. Neither of them paid any mind to the tears that ran down both of their faces.
Alec gave him a moment to recover then whispered in his ear, “The tapestry underneath this sheet is yours.”
He smiled fondly down at the other.
“It’s too early, too delicate to present to others but I thought you deserved to feel it even if you can’t see it. See, my love, my hopes and dreams, memories, everything that makes up you and me is woven into the tapestry as I create it. If you look at the bottoms of the others you’ll notice that they’re blank. It’s because we, my siblings and I, have a lifetime together to finish filling them out.”
He kissed Magnus’s neck and took a deep breath.
“I wish to spend the rest of our lives adding to this tapestry.”
Magnus nodded frantically into Alecs’ neck, whispering yes over and over, hands gripping Alec’s tightly as if he wished to never let go.
He could feel Alec’s grin as he pressed a kiss into his hair.
Clary, always the curious one, stood at the opposite side as the others in front of Annemette and Mabuz’s likenesses. She traded off touching each of their sides, letting bittersweet remembrance and fond amusement roll down her in waves.
The blond haired man shrouded in shadows caught her attention as something in the tapestry glimmered.
She reached out to touch it, a silent gasp being ripped from her mouth, forced into the shape of an O as the air was knocked out of her lungs.
She fell back and onto the floor, from the overpowering, immense pain resulting from that single touch.