milliways_bar | Entries tagged with alec lightwood

[OOM: Your battle-wounds are scars upon my heart]

[OOM:

I hate you and I love you. If you were to ask how

I got this way, I’d have no answer;

but since I can recall, I have suffered

–I have felt this torment.

and

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged...]

strongest_faith

In the past three days, Alec has:

+ been given a key to Magnus' apartment
- been playing messenger between Magnus and Jace on the one hand, and Clary, Isabelle, and his mother on the other
- fought with Magnus about coming out
+ had an entire afternoon to spend with Magnus with official sanction from the Clave
- fought with Magnus about telling his friends they're dating
- tried to ignore the fact that he and Jace just...aren't talking anymore
- come to the rescue (?) with blood to turn Clary's mundane friend into a vampire

On top of that, it's cold and rainy in New York, and Jace is still staying at Magnus' place. It's awkward to be around both of them at the same time, with Magnus touching his shoulder and calling him darling and a dozen other things that Alec usually loves but never wants Jace to see. The Institute is still playing host to the Inquisitor, so home is tense and uncomfortable as well.

Thankfully, just when Alec is contemplating dragging Izzy down to Taki's for late night hot wings, he opens a door to Milliways and smiles. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead from the rain, and he shoves it aside as he makes his way to the bar.

"Can I get a plate of hot wings and a--" A towel pops up, and he takes it with a grin. "Thanks! But also a beer. Whatever kind you think."

He takes a moment to vigorously scrub the water from his hair.

forgottenmotley

It's cold outside and the Fool doesn't seem to be minding too much despite the thin looking coat he wore. He sat by the lake near a very patient looking duck very carefully making tiny snow ducks. They looked like rubber duckies but made out of snow. At this point he probably had about forty of the snow ducks and they're slowly surrounding him and the duck. Eventually he'll run out of space to put the ducks in easy reach but for now, he's still got room.

Rather like this

(Working a convention this weekend so slow time after tonight.)

strongest_faith

[OOM: Libens, Volens, Potens.

and

Omnium rerum principia parva sunt.]

As is often the case when he comes into Milliways, Alec's face relaxes when he steps through the door. The last couple of days have been an exhausting roller coaster both physically and emotionally, and he could use a sofa and a coffee. He stops by the bar for the latter, and then settles himself onto a sofa, stretching out full length. He sets his coffee on a side table and decides to just rest his eyes a little.

There may be snoring. Just a little.

strongest_faith

[OOM: Familia ante Omnia]

Alec has shucked his mud-covered boots by the time he limps his way into Milliways, and he's showered and changed into a t-shirt and soft, flannel pajama pants that might once have been plaid? He still has a long cut down his right cheek. It hadn't seemed right to heal it himself when Jace would usually do it for him, and he thought Jace might need some time to talk after whatever it was Maryse wanted to discuss with him. (Or to not talk, and Alec could do that too, whatever Jace needed.)

Shaking his damp hair out of his eyes, he makes his way to a chair near the fire, still trying to hide his limp as best he can. He settles in and props his socked foot up on a nearby table, flagging down a passing waitrat to ask for some hot chocolate.

Then he settles in with a thoughtful frown. He's got a lot of things to sort through now Mom is back in town.

strongest_faith

Alec steps into the bar tonight, and his gear disappears to be replaced with a tuxedo, and a martini (shaken, not stirred) appears in his hand.

He looks around the room in confusion. Not only does he not know it's Halloween, he also doesn't get the reference of his costume.

curlytop

George is stretched out on a couch, his feet dangling over one end, with a copy of the Dungeon Master's basic rules for Dungeons & Dragons and a basket of fried paradoxes.

Alec starts in the gym, doing something that looks like a sort of modified parkour.

Later, he can be found in an armchair by the fire, legs crossed underneath him, sifting through Arts section of the New York Times (September, 2007, for the curious).

Eowyn is in the stables, seeing to Windfola, whom she was beyond pleased to find there when she arrived.

Orpheus is lounging in a chair by the Observation Window, picking out a tune on his guitar. It's not going as well as he would like, but he's being patient with it.

[ooc: Multi-pup post. Tag one or more! Caveat: I'm not sure how long the Orpheus voice will last.]

strongest_faith

[OOM: "The Course of True Love (And First Dates)"]

The door opens and Alec Lightwood, eldest son of the Lightwoods of the New York Institute and elite Shadowhunter warrior of extraordinary grace and elegance, comes tumbling end over end, down a long set of rickety wooden stairs to flop onto his back on the floor of the bar.

His cheeks are flushed, his inky black hair has reached maximum ruination, and there's a hickey blooming at the base of his throat. He's wearing a black t-shirt that's too tight, a little too short, and emblazoned with sequins reading, "Blink if you want me."

He's grinning enormously.

strongest_faith

"I am happy to talk to you about your MIT application, Tiberius," Alec says, backing through the door to the bar, "but if you don't make it to Calculus in the next thirty seconds, Mr. Greymark assures me he will fail you, and I really don't think MIT is going to appreciate...."

His voice trails off amid the sound of teenage feet slapping across a linoleum hallway.

Turning to find himself in Milliways, Alec sags in relief. "Oh, thank god," he exhales, and moves to drop onto a couch, ordering a large coffee ("larger than large, larger than you, if possible") and a jelly donut from a passing waitrat.

[ooc: Alec is a high school guidance counselor at a school for gifted kids. (Not in the X-Men way.)]

strongest_faith

[OOM: Da mi basia mille, deinde centum,
dein mille altera, dein secunda centum,
deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum.]

strongest_faith

[oom: Accidit in puncto, quod non contingit in anno.

and

Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa.]

When Alec Lightwood enters the bar this evening, his Shadowhunter grace is somewhat undercut by his crutches. He's in his usual dark clothing, faded and worn. One leg of his jeans is rolled up past his knee to allow for a thick bandage around his lower leg, and he's barefoot. Another bandage is tied around his head, covering a wound on his temple. He's had a number of iratzes applied, and he really is feeling much better, but apparently Greater Demon poisoning is serious business.

Regardless, Alec looks pretty okay with the state of the world just now, he's even smiling as he swings himself toward the bar.

"Coffee, I think, Bar," he says. "Oh, and...I don't know if you'll just take this, or...."

He pulls out a few bills from his wallet and lays them on the bartop, smiling as they vanish, replaced by a steaming cup of coffee with sugar. "Thanks."

strongest_faith

[OOM: How red the rose that is the soldier's wound,
The wounds of many soldiers, the wounds of all
The soldiers that have fallen, red in blood,
The soldier of time grown deathless in great size.

-Wallace Stevens]

Warnings for canon-appropriate violence and major spoilers.

strongest_faith

[ooc: Non nobis solum nati sumus]

Alec is still reeling when he stumbles through the door into Milliways. He's not sure what has him more shaken: Clary's revelation that she knows how Alec feels about Jace, her equally appalling revelation that Jace had told her that Alec had never killed a demon, or the fact that Alec had reacted to all this by shoving her into a wall.

Hard.

He's (very uncharacteristically) unsteady on his feet still as he makes his way to the bar and drops heavily onto a stool.

"Bar, can I get..." He trails off, not entirely sure what he needs right now, something to soothe him? Something to calm him down? Something to ease his guilt?

He's open to suggestions.

strongest_faith

[OOM:
He is more than a hero

He is a god in my eyes —
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you — he

who listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of
your voice, the enticing

laughter that makes my own
heart beat fast.]

Since Jace is off with that mundie girl, Alec is feeling...restless. Pent up. When he comes into Milliways, he heads straight for the gym, where he can be found laying into a punching bag with excessive vigor, even for a Shadowhunter. He moves with power and grace and no small measure of anger just now.

Later, he can be found in an armchair near the fire, curled up with a cup of coffee and a rather childish pout.