parabatai: lost & found

[wayfaring_stranger]

who: Jace Wayland and Alec Lightwood
what: Quiet discussion and figuring things out.
when: Soon after their arrival.
where: The Coffee Shop
warnings: Will update as needed.

All the stories are true. No one mentioned the one about a portal to a place whee worlds collided and he had to get a job. But here he was wandering an unfamiliar street with his parabatai and still staring at the sky. It was beautiful. He just couldn't feel the beauty or the awe or much of anything. He could feel Alec. That was all he needed at the moment.

"All the stories are true. We've seen a lot of things being part of the Shadow World, but I never imagined anything like this."

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[angelic_archer]

Maybe he was too sleepy to understand Jace or the injuries he'd had at the hospital were effecting him more than Alec had assumed. Nothing his parabatai said made sense. "I barely told you anything about the zombies and weird magic or mad scientists dragged me into another reality. That's not something you could have helped with."

Assuming that he wouldn't get an answer related to the apologies, he was quiet for a moment. Some of the things he'd liked weren't the kinds of things parabatai were supposed to share with each other. "I liked the shop. It was cluttered with ridiculous Mundane things, but it was mine. It was comfortable like the library at the Institute. We started a garden."

Jace had always been fond of the greenhouse at the Institute and the strange plants Hodge grew. "I planted pansies in yard and we had a topiary guard the house." That sounded strange, but it was also perfectly normal for Magnus." As he spoke, he continued stroking Jace's hair. "I had these beautiful training rooms. Stunning weapons and spaces that were calm."

[wayfaring_stranger]

As Alec spoke, Jace imagined everything. At least, he tried. At some point, between Alec's soothing voice, the warmth he could feel through their bond, and the comfortable way Alec touched his hair, he must have fallen asleep again. He didn't dream of monsters wearing the face of once beloved fathers. He didn't dream of pain and lies. He didn't dream he was turning into a demon and betraying everyone he loved.

He didn't dream of Alec, dying and turning to dust in his arms.

He didn't dream at all.