Piano Days and Other Malec One-Shots

The Poison of Breakups

A/U: Magnus and Alec have broken up.

One more sip.

Another shot.

Another drink.

Spiraling out of control.

Breakups weren't supposed to hurt this bad. He knew that much.

A glittering blue powder.

Do a line.

Do three.

Numb the pain a little.

His head was spinning.

A pinch in the arm was the sacrifice for warmth.

"Get out," he ordered. Feet shuffled. Lips murmured.

Lips.

Kisses.

Slowly falling into insanity. . .

..........

The halls were dark but the door to the kitchen was cracked open just slightly, allowing a sliver of light to be casted onto the wall.

There was quiet conversation going on inside, which was odd for multiple reasons.

1) It was three in the morning and. . .

Well, it was three in the morning and Alec couldn't think of anything else.

He opened the door, just looking for water, not expecting to find Isabelle sitting on the counter with Jace pacing around her.

They were just as shocked to see him.

"What are you two doing up?" Alec asked.

"The same could be asked of you," Isabelle said.

"I asked first," Alec said.

"We were planning an intervention," Jace said, "if we're being honest."

"Whose intervention?"

"Yours," Isabelle said.

Alec hesitated to ask why. Would that make him sound stupid? He knew the answer.

"I'm not--"

"You need to go make up with Magnus," Isabelle said.

"You're obviously depressed," Jace said. "I can feel it. We can both see it on you--"

"I'm fine," Alec insisted.

"No," Jace said. "You're not."

His voice was oddly harsh.

Everyone was on edge from interrupted sleep and a highly debatable topic.

"I'm going back to bed," Alec said.

"Fine," Jace said, grabbing Alec's arm. "You don't want to make up with him? That's fine. But at least go get your stuff back from his apartment. I'm tired of you borrowing my stuff."

That was the Jace Alec preferred; brutally honest.

"I'll go in the morning," Alec said. It was only sort of a lie.

"Why not now?" Isabelle asked.

"Because it's three in the morning," Alec said. "Or has no one noticed?"

"The last one," Isabelle said. "He's probably up anyways."

"Why? And how would you know?"

"I've heard rumors that he's been having killer parties at all hours of the night. And I would know because I actually have a social life. You should try it some time--"