There had been a hint of something in the back of his mind that made Alec think that open mic nights had been something that he'd regularly done with his siblings. They'd watched someone play, but the fragments hadn't included Magnus. The teasing pieces of their old life in New York were frustrating, making him miss his siblings fiercely but he refused to let that ruin something that had made him happy before.
It might not be the most exciting date night, but it had the potential to be romantic. They both loved the setting, enjoying tea and indulging Alec's sweet tooth while appreciating the play of words that their neighbors and friends shared with the other patrons.
Even if he didn't remember ever performing at those open mic nights, he didn't see any reason not to tonight when Magnus was in the audience. Maybe if his husband hadn't been there, he would have remained in his seat, watching others. Magnus always seemed to make Alec want to do things that made his feelings obvious to his husband. Like they both needed the reassurance after so many people telling them that their relationship wouldn't work.
Shaking his head at his husband's attempt at being subtle, Alec grabbed his other hand, running a finger over the ring that he'd given Magnus before giving him a wry smile. "I think I can think of some something you'll like."
Ignoring the nervous butterflies that swooped into existence as he stood in front of the crowd, his gaze settled onto Magnus for a moment before he closed his eyes. It took a moment to remember all the words, but once he did, they flowed easily.
sic erit; haeserunt tenues in corde sagittae, et possessa ferus pectora versat Amor. Cedimus, an subitum luctando accendimus ignem? cedamus! leve fit, quod bene fertur, onus.*
It was strange that the poem was so easy for him to remember when the details of why they'd moved to town were still a blur.
(*Thus it will be; slender arrows are lodged in my heart, and Love vexes the chest that it has seized. Shall I surrender or stir up the sudden flame by fighting it? I will surrender - a burden becomes light when it is carried willingly.)
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It might not be the most exciting date night, but it had the potential to be romantic. They both loved the setting, enjoying tea and indulging Alec's sweet tooth while appreciating the play of words that their neighbors and friends shared with the other patrons.
Even if he didn't remember ever performing at those open mic nights, he didn't see any reason not to tonight when Magnus was in the audience. Maybe if his husband hadn't been there, he would have remained in his seat, watching others. Magnus always seemed to make Alec want to do things that made his feelings obvious to his husband. Like they both needed the reassurance after so many people telling them that their relationship wouldn't work.
Shaking his head at his husband's attempt at being subtle, Alec grabbed his other hand, running a finger over the ring that he'd given Magnus before giving him a wry smile. "I think I can think of some something you'll like."
Ignoring the nervous butterflies that swooped into existence as he stood in front of the crowd, his gaze settled onto Magnus for a moment before he closed his eyes. It took a moment to remember all the words, but once he did, they flowed easily.
sic erit; haeserunt tenues in corde sagittae,
et possessa ferus pectora versat Amor.
Cedimus, an subitum luctando accendimus ignem?
cedamus! leve fit, quod bene fertur, onus.*
It was strange that the poem was so easy for him to remember when the details of why they'd moved to town were still a blur.
(*Thus it will be; slender arrows are lodged in my heart, and Love vexes the chest that it has seized. Shall I surrender or stir up the sudden flame by fighting it? I will surrender - a burden becomes light when it is carried willingly.)