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blue-glittering-flames:
I miss you….

Today was the day. Magnus had been dreading and waiting for it. He dressed in one of his best suits. A navy blue suit and a tie to match. He checked himself in the mirror making sure he looked perfect. When he was sure he looked alright, he grabbed the bouquet of flowers he had bought before he had made the travel to Idris. White roses. He walked out the door and down the long dirt path to his destination. He admired the solitude here. It was a great place to think and remember and forget about the world outside. He did this every year and had been for 20 years. He promised he would never forget and he kept his promise.
                Magnus stepped over different stones in the earth of people he had known and some he had never known. He finally stopped at a row of 5 different stones all lined up in a row. The rune for mourning had been drawn on all 5, each with the same last name. But Magnus was only looking for one. The one second from the last in the row. They had buried all of the Lightwoods in row, in order. Alec had died 2 years before Isabelle. Magnus knelt down in front of Alec’s grave and placed the white roses in front of it. His wedding ring reflected the light as he moved his hand back to his side.
                “It’s that time again,” Magnus spoke, “The day you died. I told you…I told you I would always come back. I told you I would never leave and I haven’t. I never forget to come.” Magnus blinked back the tears that pricked at his eyes. “I wore the suit you picked out. You know the one that matches your eyes? Remember how I used to say you didn’t have any fashion sense? Well, you got one right.” He chuckled sadly. He twirled the Lightwood ring that rested on his finger next to his wedding ring. “I still can’t believe you’re gone. It’s been 20 years and I still miss you. I miss your laugh. I miss your smile. I miss the way you used to get mad at me when I redecorated the house too frequently. I miss the way we used to curl up on the couch with Chairman and watch movies…oh, I almost forgot…” Magnus pulled a picture out from the inside pocket of his jacket. He put it next to the roses. It was a picture Isabelle had took of Magnus and Alec on their wedding day when they had shared their first kiss as life partners. “I found this the other day. I thought…I thought you might want it.” Magnus felt the tears spill over and fall down his cheeks. He pressed his hand to the tombstone over Alec’s name. “I know you told me to keep going after you left, keep living…but I can’t. I don’t know how…” He let his hand slip from the tombstone and he cried into his hands.
                What he didn’t know was that right behind him, an angel with dark hair and eyes as blue as the night sky was watching the whole scene. The angel, who had been over 90 when he died, was young like he had been in his prime on earth. He placed his hand on Magnus’s shoulder even though he knew the warlock could not feel it. The voyance rune still decorated the back of his hand. He bent down so his lips were close to Magnus’s ear. “I miss you too, Magnus.”

blue-glittering-flames:

I miss you….

Today was the day. Magnus had been dreading and waiting for it. He dressed in one of his best suits. A navy blue suit and a tie to match. He checked himself in the mirror making sure he looked perfect. When he was sure he looked alright, he grabbed the bouquet of flowers he had bought before he had made the travel to Idris. White roses. He walked out the door and down the long dirt path to his destination. He admired the solitude here. It was a great place to think and remember and forget about the world outside. He did this every year and had been for 20 years. He promised he would never forget and he kept his promise.

                Magnus stepped over different stones in the earth of people he had known and some he had never known. He finally stopped at a row of 5 different stones all lined up in a row. The rune for mourning had been drawn on all 5, each with the same last name. But Magnus was only looking for one. The one second from the last in the row. They had buried all of the Lightwoods in row, in order. Alec had died 2 years before Isabelle. Magnus knelt down in front of Alec’s grave and placed the white roses in front of it. His wedding ring reflected the light as he moved his hand back to his side.

                “It’s that time again,” Magnus spoke, “The day you died. I told you…I told you I would always come back. I told you I would never leave and I haven’t. I never forget to come.” Magnus blinked back the tears that pricked at his eyes. “I wore the suit you picked out. You know the one that matches your eyes? Remember how I used to say you didn’t have any fashion sense? Well, you got one right.” He chuckled sadly. He twirled the Lightwood ring that rested on his finger next to his wedding ring. “I still can’t believe you’re gone. It’s been 20 years and I still miss you. I miss your laugh. I miss your smile. I miss the way you used to get mad at me when I redecorated the house too frequently. I miss the way we used to curl up on the couch with Chairman and watch movies…oh, I almost forgot…” Magnus pulled a picture out from the inside pocket of his jacket. He put it next to the roses. It was a picture Isabelle had took of Magnus and Alec on their wedding day when they had shared their first kiss as life partners. “I found this the other day. I thought…I thought you might want it.” Magnus felt the tears spill over and fall down his cheeks. He pressed his hand to the tombstone over Alec’s name. “I know you told me to keep going after you left, keep living…but I can’t. I don’t know how…” He let his hand slip from the tombstone and he cried into his hands.

                What he didn’t know was that right behind him, an angel with dark hair and eyes as blue as the night sky was watching the whole scene. The angel, who had been over 90 when he died, was young like he had been in his prime on earth. He placed his hand on Magnus’s shoulder even though he knew the warlock could not feel it. The voyance rune still decorated the back of his hand. He bent down so his lips were close to Magnus’s ear. “I miss you too, Magnus.”