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The corner of her mouth twitching into a smirk at the corners, Cassandra Clare steeples her fingertips together and leans back in her desk chair, holding back the maniacal laugh that is begging for release. She is watching an animation her publisher sent her, an old-style printing press spitting out copy after copy of a crisp hardcover book. Her book, she thinks to herself, and she can almost smell the drying ink and feel the warmth of a freshly pressed novel. She can't experience it for real, but nonetheless, she will have her moment."Yes, perfect." She says aloud. "It has begun. I have successfully left out the most satisfactory aspects of a developing relationship for the greatest love story I've never written: Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane!" Pause for dramatic emphasis. "Now, I wait."She changes tabs on IE8, navigating away from the still spitting press and onto AO3. She refreshes the page, though the page can't have changed yet. Open in front of her is the relationship tag for Alec and Magnus, waiting to be filled with stories of two characters who transcend the barriers of her books, of her universe. Waits for the fans to do what she cannot in the confines of a few books: bring the boys to life.