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with an if in its soul

Summary:

Magnus always knew he was terrible at losing people. This time is even more complicated than usual, but maybe he won't have do it alone.

Notes:

This doesn't quite fit into the season 3a timeline, but the show doesn't really fit into it's OWN timeline, so we're going to PRETEND that there's a week somewhere after Maryse's family dinner but before the Owl Reveal when This Stuff Happened and Everyone Cried A Lot.

The title is from this is a rubbish of human rind.

Also thanks and tea and cookies forever for poemsfromthealley / paperiuni and her brilliant beta-ing (and also much better blurb-ing than I managed).

Chapter 1: day one

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There was a knock at the door.

Magnus frowned at the potion he was stirring. He didn't want to walk away from it. He pushed his wards out, just enough to see if they recognized whoever was there.

It was Jace.

Jace never knocked.

Magnus pushed the wards out further, ignoring his potion, ignoring the trembling in his hands, ignoring everything.

Isabelle. Clary.

No one else.

Knocking.

They didn't want to come in. They didn't want to...

If he didn't answer, he wouldn't have to know.

If he didn't move, they wouldn't have to tell him.

He destroyed his potion. Half his ingredients. A flare of magic and sparks and flames licking at the corners of his eyes.

He went to the door.

They didn't have to tell him anything. He met Jace's eyes, and there was fire under his skin and cold in his heart and he felt his glamour burn away under the surge of his magic.

Jace didn't flinch.

"No."

Jace reached, and Magnus stumbled, and he could never forget the feel of Jace's hands gripping tight around his arms as they fell down to their knees.