Alysha

“To Alec, love always
meant this: his shining city of eternal light. The land of lost dreams
reclaimed, his first kiss and his last.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Land I Lost

“Magnus had always had a wanderer’s heart. Over the centuries, he had adventured in so many different places, always looking for something that would fulfill his restless hunger. He never realized how all the pieces could fall together, how home could be somewhere and someone. He belonged with Alec. His wandering heart could rest.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Red Scrolls of Magic

“I’d be sixteen by now,” he said slowly.
"Oh, Magnus!” Ragnor wailed. “That’s disgusting! How could you? Have you lost your mind?”
“What?” Magnus asked again.
“We agreed eighteen was the cutoff age,” said Ragnor. “You, I, and Catarina made a vow.”
“A v— Oh, wait. You think I’m dating Raphael?” Magnus asked. “Raphael? That’s ridiculous. That’s—”
“That’s the most revolting idea I’ve ever heard.” Raphael’s voice rang out to the ceiling. Probably people in the street could hear him.
“That’s a little strong,” said Magnus. “And, frankly, hurtful.”
“And if I did wish to indulge in unnatural pursuits— and let me be clear, I certainly do not,” Raphael continued scornfully, “as if I would choose him. Him! He dresses like a maniac, acts like a fool, and makes worse jokes than the man people throw rotten eggs at outside the Dew Drop every Saturday.”
Ragnor began to laugh.
“Better men than you have begged for a chance to win all this,” Magnus muttered. “They have fought duels in my honor. One man fought a duel for my honor, but that was a little embarrassing since it is long gone.”
“Do you know he spends hours in the bathroom sometimes?” Raphael announced mercilessly. “He wastes actual magic on his hair. On his hair!”
“I love this kid,” said Ragnor.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Bane Chronicles

“Magnus Bane walked some distance into the Sanctuary, shaking his head as he studied the scene before him. “I want to know what you’re doing, but I must confess I’m afraid to find out,” he said. “A spot of demon-summoning, I gather?”
“It’s a bit complicated,” said James. “Hello, Magnus. It’s good to see you.”
“Last time I saw you, you were facedown in the Serpentine,” Magnus said cheerfully. “Now you’re fiddling with a Pyxis. I see you have decided to follow in the long Herondale tradition of poor decision-making.”
“So have I!” said Lucie, determined not to be left out.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold