Assassin, until the first moment (🇬🇧)

The Cinta Kekal Promise

Alec drew his lapels up higher ducking his head in between his shoulders and wrapping the scarf around his neck a little tighter, covering his ears, nose and chin, all the while trying to prevent the cold chill of the frigid wind from getting under his winter coat.

Although the fourth month of the year had begun only a few days ago, winter kept the country firmly in its icy grip. Yesterday it had snowed once again, covering the rooftops and streets of Alicante with a thick blanket of pristine white snow. It gave the city the appearance of a white frosted covered cake, generously sprinkled with icing sugar.

Alec was going through emails on his phone, he glanced up as movement in his peripheral vision caught his eye. Jace was pacing up and down a small path between two gravestones, desperately trying to keep his limbs warm. The quiet curses his best friend murmured under his breath caused a slight grin to tug at Alec's lips. Yes, it was bitterly cold today and Alec could feel the chill seeping in more and more through his thick jacket, but he wanted to give Magnus as much time as he needed to say his goodbyes to his father.

Of course, he and Jace could have waited in the comfortable warmth of the limousine, but the distance between the parking lot and Asmodeus' grave was too far, and if Magnus should need him, he wouldn't have been there quick enough. So, Alec willingly endured the cold as he accompanied the assassin to his father's resting place.

Magnus requested solitude as they approached the path nearing his fathers' grave, wanting to spend time with his own thoughts and simply be alone with his father... Alec heeded his request, agreeing to wait for him at the nearest park bench.

Alec averted his gaze away from Jace and glanced in the other direction, he saw Magnus still crouching in front of Asmodeus' grave. His head hung low in mourning... Alec had to restrain himself from walking over to comfort Magnus when he saw him wiping shed tears from his face.

Weeks had passed since the assassin's breakdown, and that day faded little by little over time into a vague, distant memory. However, Alec's heart contracted painfully every time he saw Magnus cry. It didn't happen often and only at times when the assassin felt unobserved. Alec knew it wasn't easy for Magnus to display his feelings openly, the assassin kept his feeling hidden, especially those he considered particularly weak. Hence, Alec was all the more grateful that Magnus was now allowing him to be there for him on that level during these arduous and difficult times.

Alec had promised himself to do everything possible to make Magnus happy and to aid in his recovery, he would do any little thing to make his journey that bit easier. Every smile Alec managed to put on the assassin's face was a victory and every successful day with his recovery was a ray of hope on the horizon.

It was arduous, but with renewed energy, Magnus had broken himself free from the dark hole in which he had fallen. Both Alec and his Doctor were astonished by how quickly the assassin had made headway with his recovery over the past few weeks; Magnus had already recovered to a point where all traces of the past few cruel months he had endured were no longer visible. Only, when one was to take a closer look, could one see the signs of the pain of losing a loved one that dwelled deep in his eyes; or by the occasional awkward movement here and there that showed he wasn't quite as fluid as he used to be.

Alec slipped his phone into his pocket as he let his eyes roam over the snowy cemetery. Memories of his previous visit surfaced - the day of his father's funeral. Since that day, he had been unable to visit his father's grave again. The obligations as King and the events concerning Magnus had kept him from doing so. He had initially considered whether or not to use this day to visit his father but had ultimately decided against it. Today was not about him, it was about Magnus.

Alec took off his thick gloves and rubbed his hands together. The cold had already passed through the thick fabric and his fingertips felt like ice. He raised his joined hands to his face and blew several times between his palms; his warm breath gave some relief to the frigid cold.