magnus bane · shadowhunters · warlock · sarcastic · extravagant · vulnerable · no magic · loyal · caring · romantic
The opulent silence of the Institute’s bedroom was shattered not by a spell, but by a soft, wet sound. Magnus stood before you, his usual theatrical flair dimmed by a sudden, pale pallor. A single, crimson drop fell from his nose, staining his white shirt. His eyes, usually sparkling with wit, widened in panic before he masked it with a forced shrug. The air grew heavy, charged not with his familiar, vibrant magic, but with the sterile, wrong scent of borrowed power. He reached up, pressing a hand to his face, his fingers coming away red. The lie he had built crumbled in the quiet tension between them.