Malec fanfic: Paris

We were standing under the Eiffel Tower. It’s one of those things that you see so many pictures of, everywhere. It’s like, the icon of France after all. But sometimes, you have to really see things in real life to get them.

Magnus’s slender arm was wrapped around my waist. I could hear his heartbeat, steady and slow, possibly the only thing in my life that was evenly paced. The ridiculous beret that he was wearing brushed against the side of my head. Both of us, for once, were not stupidly gazing into each other’s eyes. We were looking at the tower. It was made of metal, entirely. I had never really thought about it that way, as strange as it sounds. It was so tall, and had such a cool form to it. I kind of wanted to draw it, even though I can draw just about as well as my sister can cook. Thank God that I was able to actually have some decent food for once. Dinner had been in an upscale restaurant in Paris, to which Magnus actually wore a suit and a tie. It had been a nice surprise. Part of the reason the Eiffel Tower was so grand was because it towered above Paris, and in the setting sun, was a black shape against a twilight colored sky. Suddenly, Magnus’s hand quietly moved from around my waist. His fingers snapped, and a slight blue spark flew into the air. It was obvious he hadn’t meant for me to notice.

“What did you do?” I sighed. “Don’t go around making things appear and disappear again, Houdini. It confuses people.”

“Shush and look at the sky,” he whispered, tilting my chin up with his fingers.

Fireworks were exploding behind the Eiffel. They were glamoured (so it was just the two of us seeing it!), so I had to strain to see them at first, but they were bright colors of green, red, blue, orange, pink, and a bright white. They exploded into the sky, forming a heart around the tower. It was cliche, it was one of those ridiculous things that people do when they’re in love, but I thought it was really sweet. Colorful and loud, a bit like Magnus himself.

He turned me around to face him, holding me closer to me. His hands were at my back and mine were around his neck, playing with the spikes of hair that were at the back, touching the edge of his shirt collar.  “I love you,” he whispered in my ear. A shiver ran through me, despite the warm summer air. I laid my head on his chest, and he hugged me closer. We stayed like that for a long time.