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For a long time, Alec had felt like his life was held together by strings tied on him by the Clave, his parents, his siblings. Strings that pulled and tugged him in every which direction, heedless of the bruises and blood left behind. As much as they hurt, some days they’d been the only thing to hold him together.
That is, up until the moment Alec stood on the shores of Lake Lyn and faced the death of the one person who held a piece of his soul, and the lies that followed his mysterious resurrection.
There, on the shores of Lake Lyn, those strings finally pulled too hard, and Alec broke.
With the permission of the Inquisitor, and the help of the warlock who Alec had wanted so desperately to allow himself to fall for (and had been terrified to do more than smile at his flirting) Alec walked away from everything and everyone. He left New York behind and made himself a home in the small town of Prayer – a joke Magnus found particularly funny.
But, two years after that fateful night, Alec’s old life comes knocking, and those strings he thought he’d finally cut are tugging him home. Back to the place he never wanted to have to see again.
At least this time, he’s not facing it alone.
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“You were always good at taking the law and twisting it to suit what you wanted. You found ways to use it to help everyone, not just shadowhunters.” Pausing, she smiled softly, a glimpse of the woman under the mask of Head. “I took those lessons to heart when I stepped in at the NYI. I told myself if I was going to run your Institute, I was going to do it the way you would have.”
Heat warmed Alec’s cheeks. He tried to ignore his blush, or the warm feeling he got at the idea someone had looked up to him and his ideals that much. “It’s not my Institute, not anymore. It’s yours now, Lydia, and from what I can tell you’re doing a great job running it.”
“It could be yours again if you want it. All it’d take is two signatures on a paper and control would pass back to you.”
Only a lifetime of training and practice kept Alec’s shock on the inside. Of all the things he’d expected Lydia to say to him, that honestly hadn’t even crossed his mind. He’d never pictured anyone offering him the Institute back. Let alone Lydia. The Institute was hers now.
Alec looked up at her and took in the way she was watching him. Not shy, tipped away to pretend like she was looking somewhere else. No, she was looking right at him in that direct way of hers he’d always appreciated, reading whatever she could read off his face. That honestly made it a little easier for Alec to speak up. “While I appreciate the offer, I don’t want the Institute back,” he said, first and foremost. His next words he chose carefully. “Making the choice to walk away was one of the best decisions of my life, Lydia. I have a home and a life away from the Institute now, and it might not be what a shadowhunter should want, but it’s… it’s exactly what I need. I have a job I love, friends, a home that’s mine.”
Lydia smiled at him. “It sounds… nice.”
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Alec gets very needed therapy…and a magical service dog….its a slay