Drabble: Do You Miss Him?
Nov. 17th, 2012 12:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elvenavariFandom: The Mortal Instruments
Pairing: Alec/Magnus (post break-up)
Prompt: Image
“Talk to him.”
Clary looked up from her sketchbook sharply. She sat curled up in a chair in the corner of her room while he lay on her bed, spinning a stele lazily over his fingers. “Talk to him. Alec? He barely even likes me.”
“He likes you fine now,” Jace replied. He sighed and sat up, looking her in the eye. “I’m worried Clary. He doesn’t eat right, barely sleeps, and the alcohol… those are just the things I notice without being his parabatai. He won’t talk to me or Izzy but maybe, maybe, he’ll talk to you because you aren’t as close to the situation as we are.”
She studied Jace before looking back down at the drawing she had been working on. It was of Jace training, Alec in the background watching. She had captured the intensity of his eyes…and the sadness. Sighing, Clary nodded. “I’ll try, that’s all I can promise.”
Jace stood and gave her a kiss. “That’s all I can ask.”
-x-
Alec sat on the stone ledge of the Institute, an amber bottle sat on the ledge next to him nearly empty. The sounds of New York filled the night air around him. The horns of taxis and occasional laughter of some drunken couple only served to make his loneliness stand out that much more in his mind. As much as he tried to forget…he never could. Not all the alcohol-
His phone buzzed in his pocket, cutting off his thoughts. Pulling his phone out, Alec stared at the screen. The name blurred and he blinked to bring it into focus. Clary.
‘By the Angel, why is she texting me?’
Alec was tempted to ignore the message and go back to wallowing in his self-loathing but his thumb seemed to have a mind of its own. Before he realized it, his thumb had pressed the view button and he was looking at a question that consisted of only four words.
Do you miss him?
What kind of question was that? If course he did! He wouldn’t be drinking himself to an early grave if he didn’t! And why…why would he tell Clary what he couldn’t even tell Jace? Alec stared for…he had no idea how long before his thumb moved of its own accord again. He opened a reply message, typing the first things that came to mind.
I miss him a lot. And you can’t even imagine how pathetic it makes me feel… because I don’t even know if he misses me back. How pathetic I can be to think that he is thinking of me too.
Alec hit send before his brain could catch up with his thumb. When the screen read that his text had been sent… he bent over and cried, gripping the phone tightly in his hand.
Pairing: Alec/Magnus (post break-up)
Prompt: Image
“Talk to him.”
Clary looked up from her sketchbook sharply. She sat curled up in a chair in the corner of her room while he lay on her bed, spinning a stele lazily over his fingers. “Talk to him. Alec? He barely even likes me.”
“He likes you fine now,” Jace replied. He sighed and sat up, looking her in the eye. “I’m worried Clary. He doesn’t eat right, barely sleeps, and the alcohol… those are just the things I notice without being his parabatai. He won’t talk to me or Izzy but maybe, maybe, he’ll talk to you because you aren’t as close to the situation as we are.”
She studied Jace before looking back down at the drawing she had been working on. It was of Jace training, Alec in the background watching. She had captured the intensity of his eyes…and the sadness. Sighing, Clary nodded. “I’ll try, that’s all I can promise.”
Jace stood and gave her a kiss. “That’s all I can ask.”
Alec sat on the stone ledge of the Institute, an amber bottle sat on the ledge next to him nearly empty. The sounds of New York filled the night air around him. The horns of taxis and occasional laughter of some drunken couple only served to make his loneliness stand out that much more in his mind. As much as he tried to forget…he never could. Not all the alcohol-
His phone buzzed in his pocket, cutting off his thoughts. Pulling his phone out, Alec stared at the screen. The name blurred and he blinked to bring it into focus. Clary.
‘By the Angel, why is she texting me?’
Alec was tempted to ignore the message and go back to wallowing in his self-loathing but his thumb seemed to have a mind of its own. Before he realized it, his thumb had pressed the view button and he was looking at a question that consisted of only four words.
Do you miss him?
What kind of question was that? If course he did! He wouldn’t be drinking himself to an early grave if he didn’t! And why…why would he tell Clary what he couldn’t even tell Jace? Alec stared for…he had no idea how long before his thumb moved of its own accord again. He opened a reply message, typing the first things that came to mind.
I miss him a lot. And you can’t even imagine how pathetic it makes me feel… because I don’t even know if he misses me back. How pathetic I can be to think that he is thinking of me too.
Alec hit send before his brain could catch up with his thumb. When the screen read that his text had been sent… he bent over and cried, gripping the phone tightly in his hand.
