bluexeyedxarcher:

@ofcateyes

It felt like a whole life time had passed since his name was called. The last year he had to go through with this and he ends up getting picked. But Alec should have known that. It was so typical, at least he had already had some training. He was good with a bow and he wasn’t terrible and close combat.

Lost in his own thoughts he didn’t even notice when his stylist walked in. When he heard the door close he looked up at the man, the very gorgeous man. Alec had never thought he would consider anyone from the capitol gorgeous most of them just overdid it. But somehow this guy was just perfect.

If he had said anything Alec hadn’t noticed, he was busy staring and it took him a little too long to find his voice. “hey” he got out eventually.

Whilst the idea of the Games was not something Magnus could ever fully support, when you were asked to be one of the stylists, you didn’t say no. And he counted himself incredibly lucky to be placed with a tribute with such natural beauty. In his mind anyway.

He had a book in hand as he went to meet Alec, a few pieces of paper sticking out with some rough designs on them. Placing it down, he walked to the tribute and held a hand out.

“I’m Magnus. I’m here to hopefully help you with getting a few sponsors. That’s what I’m planning anyway. Whilst avoiding anything cliché or… Stupid.”