Summer Rain

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Title: Summer Rain
Fandom: The Mortal Instruments
Characters: Magnus, Alec
Challenge: Bank im Regen, Schlafprobleme
Author: Elster
Warning: Nope, they're their fluffy selves.
Words: ~650


The end of July brings a heat spell that turns New York into a furnace. Activity shifts further into the night. The city that never sleeps holds its breath in the simmering heat, slowing, struggling, never quite grinding to a halt. And then, when night falls, the wind turns towards the sea like a sigh of relief and the clockwork starts ticking again. It is a million things and lives rubbing together, energy building up like a giant capacitor. Everyone can feel it, pressing and exhilarating, an impending storm. Magnus revels in the chaos of his city.
He leans back on the bench and stretches out his legs. Central Park is dark, or as dark as it ever gets. It's not quiet or peaceful or lonely. The slight drop of temperature lures them out; late joggers and people walking their dogs in addition to the usual crowd roaming the nights. Magnus is waiting – for the rain and for Alec. He had seen him earlier, on the hunt. There was a flash of Jace's blond hair, then Alec's black figure running by, slowing down for the briefest of moments.
It's half an hour later, when the Shadow Hunter sits down next to Magnus, slightly out of breath.
“Something big?” Magnus asks mildly interested.
“Something fast,” Alec breathes. “And it's insanely hot.”
Magnus smiles. “It's gonna rain soon.”
Alec looks up to the sky. A swirling mist of dust and clouds, painted orange by the city lights, flickering white and blue with the beginnings of a thunderstorm.
“Can you feel the energy?” Magnus asks.
“The static?”
“Not really. The magic. But it's a bit like that. Untamed energy. Too much heat, everything's too much. Can you picture the druids at the end of summer, chanting under the storm clouds?”
Alec gives him a puzzled look. “Are you trying to be romantic?”
Magnus shrugs. “Don't know, I just feel restless,” he says with a broad smile. “Like I'm connected to everything and everything is moving. Haven't slept in a week.”
“Sounds exhausting.”
He hums in a negating sort of way and tries to think of ways to explain it, but nothing quite fits. Shadow Hunters know magic, they use it, but they can't sense it. They don't feel it in every fiber of their being like he does. So in the end he just says: “It's beautiful.” and it seems to be enough, because Alec smiles at him and they sit in silence for a while, listening to the soft growling of thunder.
“What happens to it?” Alec asks eventually.
“Hm?”
“If it's like static, what happens to it? Will you be struck by some kind of magic lightening? Does it just vanish?”
“Magic lightening! I like that. Think I'd glow in rainbow colors?” Magnus gives a delighted laugh, then shakes his head, then shrugs. “It's more like soaking though. And nothing ever vanishes.”
“You're high,” Alec states with a sideways glance and a twitch to the corner of his mouth.
Magnus holds out a hand to feel the first drops of rain fall. “I guess.” He tries to catch one with his tongue.
“And insane,” Alec points out. He stands up. The rain is increasing fast, the thunder growling; a minute or two and it will be pouring down.
“You like it,” says Magnus with a grin.
“And a cheap date,” Alec adds later, in the shelter of a tree, after a run through the rain. It's a bit unfair, Magnus muses, because Alec is soaking wet and his hair is actually ten kinds of ill-kept even under normal circumstances, but he manages to look gorgeous.
Magnus feels the settling of things in the rain and the thunder and he smiles. “You don't care.”

Comments

[leviathans-moon.livejournal.com]

Activity shifts farther .. ich würde further nehmen.
Can you picture the druids in the end of summer at the end

think I'd glow in rainbow colors? Wär's nicht schön, wenn er's könnte?

Schöne Atmosphäre, und die zwei sind so putzig. und ich kann mir vorstellen, wie sie auf der Bank sitzen, sich nicht angucken und krampfhaft versuchen cool zu wirken, sich aber eigentlich nur bespringen wollen.

[schwarze-elster.livejournal.com]

Ah danke ^^ ich glaube nicht so recht daran, dass farther und further unterschiedliche Wörter sind, aber ich vertrau dir da.
Magnus sparkles brighter than Edward!
Nicht wahr? Ich bin immer ganz verblüfft, wie flauschig und uncool die zwei sind, wo sie doch potentiell so goth und abgebrüht sein könnten. *-*

[schwarze-elster.livejournal.com]

danke *-* und ja, sind sie!