Hc or fic prompt: Magnus is an artist, paints Alec (can be regular universe or AU)

spooklesbian:

ohhhhh
ohhhhhhhh okay listen hear me out though: body painting

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magnus paints tons of pictures of alec; beautiful profile portraits,
close up details of his hands and the runes inked into his skin, alec sleeping
with his face smushed into the pillow and his hair soft and unruly. if alec has
it, magnus has painted it

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and alec thinks this is wonderful, he thinks magnus is so talented but
also he’s a little embarrassed; he’s alec, he’s tall and awkward and
surely his eyes aren’t that bright, his cheekbones so sharp?

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and magnus is thinking about this, about alternative ways to bring his love of
art and his love of alec together and then he sees it, maybe clary is showing
him some photos of a college project she did where she coerced simon into
letting her paint flowers all along his arms and he’s like, this is it

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it actually works out pretty well for magnus that alec comes home exhausted and
sore from work, and alec looks so sleepily fond when magnus explains that he
has just the thing to relax alec – this usually means an intricately
scented bath or something else equally magnus, so alec tends to let it
happen

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alec doesn’t know what he’s expecting when magnus coaxes him into lying on his
front, head pillowed between his folded arms – a massage, maybe? but he’s
almost not surprised when the first cold lick of paint hits his shoulder blade

-alec
probably dozes off intermittently; magnus is such a warm, gentle weight on the
backs of his legs and the brush strokes are oddly relaxing, as is the soft
music that magnus occasionally hums along to 

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magnus paints a sunset, okay, beautiful washes of peachy orange and sleepy red
and he sometimes paints over the runes on alec’s skin, sometimes incorporates
them like his own personal stars in the sky. 

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also!! alec asking sleepy questions and magnus telling him, in a soft voice,
that he painted a sunset because the setting of the sun is the thing that never
changes, over the centuries, and is the only permanent thing in his life. but
the love he feels for alec is so permanent that it will be with him always, in
every single sunset and every star in the sky