Stereotypes
Alec lands on the carpet covered staircase with a thump. The raven haired teen looks down, he's no longer wearing his elaborate blazer and suit pants, but a rather loose fitting green shirt, and suit pants, but made from denim. Apparently called jeans. His shoes are gone. After the nausea of portal travel fades, he realizes he is completely and utterly alone.
Alexander Lightwood is quite the optimist, always seeing the glass have full.
He says quietly, "I'm alone?" then yelling, "I'm alone!" He rushes down the hall ahead of the stairs, hoping to find a pair of socks. Alec is practically skipping down the halls, in awe that he can finally be happy. Until he reaches the west wing. This place, was home to the bedrooms. The grand for the king and queen, and two for the children, and a nursery that wasn't quite finished. He passes Isabelle's room and is hit with another pang in his heart. The same happens when he reaches his bedroom room.
Well, it wasn't quite his bedroom. It was the bedroom he shared with Jace. Alec could hear his fathers voice in his head, saying he was a monster. He thought, what's more important, my siblings, or being true to myself? Of course, the first won by a landslide.
Alec entered the boys' bedroom, recalling memories quickly, of the times they stayed there during their childhood. Izzy sneaking in at midnight on the last day of the year, or waking up to a burning smell when Izzy and Jace tried making him breakfast in bed for his 16th birthday. The swirl of the past was giving him a bittersweet feeling of hope. Memories flashing before his eyes as he explores his childhood bedroom. Alec pauses when he realizes something else. This is the room he came out to Izzy in.
Alec feels a need for his siblings then. He ponders over the ways to get them back. Suddenly not be gay, or have someone reciprocate love. Once again, the first choice was easier. So, Alexander Lightwood treads out of the room, down the hall and to his parents bedroom. He's never been in here before. He reminds himself that he's looking for socks and shoes, not memories. That's hard to stand by when he sees a family picture on the wall, of course, taken without him. Alec pries it off the wall, smashing it to the ground. He goes around, keeping the pictures of his siblings, destroying the ones of his parents.
About 10 minutes later, when all the damage is done, Alec hears Robert in his head again. You're a monster. He looks down at himself, covered in bleeding deep cuts from the shards of glass. You're a monster. Alec decides he is no longer presentable. He runs to the nightstand where a bottle of half drunken wine rests. Although he is quite young, he has tasted alcohol before. He downs what's left, and runs back to the stairs where the rose and mirror sit on the ground.
Alec goes to the master bathroom, filling the wine bottle with sink water, surprised the water is still running. He puts the red rose into the water, forcing it in so much that only the petals are still sticking out. Alec takes the flower, putting it in the bay window of the master bedroom, and tucking the mirror away in the nightstand. Alexander collapses on the bed in a puddle of blood, alcohol, and tears. The full moon is high in the sky. He thinks, tomorrow is only a day away.
Magnus POV
Magnus wakes up from a deep, deep slumber.
In someone else's bed.
Embarrassed by his current situation, he does the only thing appropriate. He hides under the covers. Magnus finally has the courage to peek out from the duvet, and realizes whose house he's in. Our dear Magnus has found himself in the bed of a certain woman, quite adored in his little village. Probably most adored actually. This is the house of Camille Belcourt, Magnus' past love.
Past, as in she cheated on him with one of those male hookers always fawning around her. He caught them doing the deed, and has never talked to her since. It's actually funny, because the person who she cheated with is now one of his best friends, Simon. She was out of his life, that is, until he had slept with her last night.
Camille snaps him out of his trance. "Hello darling."
Magnus, as the confident man he is, demands," What am I doing here?"
"Were back together of course."
"Camille, when did I say we were back together? I think last night was a mistake. We're not getting back together." Magnus says.
"Why Mags? We've always been perfect together. I love you." Camille begs.
"You cheated on me!" Squeals Magnus.
"Oh yes. We can get over that! You'll always love me and you know it!"
"Camille, I had a friend who helped me realize that the years I was with you were in fact the worst years of my entire life. Good day." And with that, Magnus escapes his Ex's chambers, and begins his walk of shame.
He can't tell if he's being stared at because it's obvious, or because people still can't get over the fact that he's bisexual. Or the fact that his birth mother killed herself. Or that his birth father tried to kill him, failing of course. Maybe it's the fact that his adoptive parents are two women. The most adorable couple, of Aline and Helen. The list goes on. Frankly Magnus doesn't care. Stereotypes are so 5 years ago anyway.