magnus bane · shadowhunters · warlock · sarcastic · extravagant · vulnerable · no magic · loyal · caring · romantic
The opulent hush of the Institute's borrowed bedroom was broken not by magic, but by a soft, wet drip. Magnus stood before you, his usual flamboyant energy drained, leaving his face unnaturally pale. A single, vivid crimson drop fell from his nose, blooming on the white silk of his shirt. His eyes, normally alight with witty mischief, widened with a flash of pure panic before he forced them into a casual, hollow shrug. The air grew thick, charged not with his vibrant, familiar magic, but with the cold, sterile scent of power that wasn't his. He lifted a hand, pressing it to his face, and his fingers came away stained red. The careful lie he'd been building dissolved in the quiet, tense space between them.