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It should have been four hours ago that Alexander Lightwood should have stepped through the door of the High Warlock's flat in Brooklyn, prepared for their date.
But still, he wasn't there.
Magnus gave up sending his boyfriend text messages because he didn't got any answers from the other seven yet, so this would be a waste of his free texts. Sighing, he stood up from the pink couch where he waited most of the time, heading for the bedroom to change his clothes. They had planned to have a nice dinner at an Ifrit restaurant in Brooklyn, so Magnus was dressed in formal black trousers, a white shirt with an elegant golden bowtie a
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Alec looked down at himself, at the black suit he wore, highlighted with a green yellow tie that matched Magnus's eyes, while Magnus's tie matched the color of Alec's.
"Thanks." He answered, pacing to the warlock and adjusting his tie because it hung a bit loosely "You do too."
"It's a great day for wedding." Watching out of the window, Alec saw what Magnus was referring to. It was indeed a lovely day. The blue sky was dotted with small clouds but the sun avoided them expertly, shining with all of its power and fresh breezes made the green leaf dance.
Alec walked over
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"Thanks, Sir Cadogan. I didn't know 'I Saw Three Ships' had nine verses," replied Rose, hoping he would take a hint and stop singing.
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