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DIALTONE.
❝...............Is it -- ❞
DIALTONE.
Re: we can say nill told him about it since he's still a'roamin | TEXT, day of
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incogneto
- 2017-08-14 02:50 (UTC) - ExpandRe: text okay all yours that wasn't as long as I thought it was going to be hhhhere we go
wingsit
- 2017-08-25 23:01 (UTC) - Expandsaw you leave. you ok?
[he's not. he's still in recovery; he'd passed out for a bit when they'd gotten back to the tent, woke up to a groaning stomach. Alex is out getting them something to eat, which he feels guilty about, but she claimed she's still wired from the events of the night, anyway]
honestly not really
honestly not really
[ alex has been kind of quiet the last couple of days, watching magnus at odd moments, thoughtful and unreadable. one day after work, though, he settles on one of their shitty chairs out by the fire, tucking himself into it and drawing his legs beneath himself. for a few moments, he's silent, obviously working himself up to something-- and then, unexpectedly, his face starts to go a little pink.
he fidgets a little with the end of his hair, a long braid today, but finally takes a breath. ]
--Have you ever stopped and thought about how we are? [ that was vague. ] With one another, I mean. [ less vague. ]
he fidgets a little with the end of his hair, a long braid today, but finally takes a breath. ]
--Have you ever stopped and thought about how we are? [ that was vague. ] With one another, I mean. [ less vague. ]
[he hadn't noticed the odd quiet from Alex the first or second or -- okay, being completely honest -- the third day. mostly, because it took him that long to really get back to status quo, which said something kind of alarming about Persephone's power, given that he's literally a healing demigod, fortified by the will of Odin, in the prime of his death. but Magnus hadn't employed any alf seidr since the concert, or called on Frey, not even to heat their tent at night, still feeling weirdly sore in his demi-bones, or whatever]
[he noticed by the fourth day, which was yesterday. he doesn't press, because Alex had a right to his own private thoughts, even if constantly looking up and finding two-toned eyes staring at him intently was doing something serious to his finally regained equilibrium (aka, utterly fucking ruining it). and today, the fifth day, Alex had been weird before he went to work, and Magnus isn't surprised that he's still off. sitting in the grass across the fire from him, Magnus is using the light generated by the flames to try and figure out what was wrong with the crappy, small space heater they'd picked up in De Chima. although he's got the back open and is sort of poking around with a screwdriver, he has literally no clue what he's doing. in the distance, there's a dull thwacking and humming, of Jack having fun chopping up probably too much wood, which is his favourite camp chore]
[Magnus is much more attuned to the workings of Alex, and feels his tension the second he comes back (home), doesn't seem to know what to do with himself around the campsite. it's stupid to think as he looks up, but Magnus really likes the way he did his hair today -- and is just about to open his mouth to, maybe try and express that? when Alex cuts him off with a question]
[grey eyes blink rapidly, and he suddenly feels grateful he didn't say the thing he wanted to say. his breathing feels a little shallow, and he doesn't know why, because he's not even sure what Alex is getting at?]
-- What do you mean?
[like, as a team? like, as friends? like, as a duo of one lame, weak person clearly leaning a lot on the other, stronger one? he wants to clarify, but also doesn't]
[he noticed by the fourth day, which was yesterday. he doesn't press, because Alex had a right to his own private thoughts, even if constantly looking up and finding two-toned eyes staring at him intently was doing something serious to his finally regained equilibrium (aka, utterly fucking ruining it). and today, the fifth day, Alex had been weird before he went to work, and Magnus isn't surprised that he's still off. sitting in the grass across the fire from him, Magnus is using the light generated by the flames to try and figure out what was wrong with the crappy, small space heater they'd picked up in De Chima. although he's got the back open and is sort of poking around with a screwdriver, he has literally no clue what he's doing. in the distance, there's a dull thwacking and humming, of Jack having fun chopping up probably too much wood, which is his favourite camp chore]
[Magnus is much more attuned to the workings of Alex, and feels his tension the second he comes back (home), doesn't seem to know what to do with himself around the campsite. it's stupid to think as he looks up, but Magnus really likes the way he did his hair today -- and is just about to open his mouth to, maybe try and express that? when Alex cuts him off with a question]
[grey eyes blink rapidly, and he suddenly feels grateful he didn't say the thing he wanted to say. his breathing feels a little shallow, and he doesn't know why, because he's not even sure what Alex is getting at?]
-- What do you mean?
[like, as a team? like, as friends? like, as a duo of one lame, weak person clearly leaning a lot on the other, stronger one? he wants to clarify, but also doesn't]
Edited 2017-09-24 22:57 (UTC)
hey
where do you stay when you're not at the meadows
where do you stay when you're not at the meadows
[Completely unannounced, Tefe shows up on the outskirts of the farm, heading for Magnus' tent. She didn't exactly have proper directions, but there aren't exactly that many imPort teens living out in a tent in the middle of nowhere.]
Hello?
Hello?
[the woods -- with strangely familiar flora, as well as just strange -- will get thicker as she journeys through the outskirts of the farm. eventually, rather than the campsite, she'll come upon the edge of a wide and lazy river. while she'd find the camp if she went further up, instead a rain of acorns will shower down both near and on her, as something heavy shifts in the branches above]
Edited 2017-09-30 03:53 (UTC)
[uuhhhhhh oh my gods? oh my gods??/ is this good? is this bad? temporarily bluescreens for a minute, trying to process Emotions, and then finally answers the question]
frey my dad is frey and maybe? i don't know? he looks like thor from the marvel movies and also i guess me and wears a lot of flannel and has a big horn
like in his hand not in his head like you
frey
frey my dad is frey and maybe? i don't know? he looks like thor from the marvel movies and also i guess me and wears a lot of flannel and has a big horn
like in his hand not in his head like you
frey
hey I had a couple pizzas left over from my shift
left you one. enjoy xoxo
[yea bitch it looks like this.]
left you one. enjoy xoxo
[yea bitch it looks like this.]
Hey, you big dumb idiot! Haha. Just kidding.
Hey, my all-tyrannical overlord who stripped me of my identity in order to make me his soulless, subservient shell of a vassal! HAHA, JUST KIDDING.
It's me, Odin! ODIN DARK.
So, it's not official yet, but I'm going to be a professional wrestler, probably.
I made friends with Magnus and decided I wanted his life. Um, not-- not you Magnus. Other Magnus? The hot Magnus.
Will you come and see me do a wrestle when I make them hire me?
Hey, my all-tyrannical overlord who stripped me of my identity in order to make me his soulless, subservient shell of a vassal! HAHA, JUST KIDDING.
It's me, Odin! ODIN DARK.
So, it's not official yet, but I'm going to be a professional wrestler, probably.
I made friends with Magnus and decided I wanted his life. Um, not-- not you Magnus. Other Magnus? The hot Magnus.
Will you come and see me do a wrestle when I make them hire me?
hi odin. cool rainbow.
yeah, obviously i'll come see you do a wrestle when they hire you. which kind of wrestling are you talking about, though? the kind with shiny belts and melodrama and theme music, or the kind with singlets and helmets and dudes sitting on your chest?
also: "hot magnus?" insulting.
yeah, obviously i'll come see you do a wrestle when they hire you. which kind of wrestling are you talking about, though? the kind with shiny belts and melodrama and theme music, or the kind with singlets and helmets and dudes sitting on your chest?
also: "hot magnus?" insulting.
yeah i know, i know, you wish you could be done with me
but surprise bitch i'm hard to get rid of
so cobain, whatchu doing on friday?
but surprise bitch i'm hard to get rid of
so cobain, whatchu doing on friday?
[ he's been putting together information for the company today, so he's kept pretty busy, but-- he's also had some things on his mind for a little while now. and as much as he wants to just dismiss them, the part of him that's always going to be broken keeps snagging the thought, like a nasty splinter under your nail.
when magnus gets home, he's seated outside by the firepit. the fire's lit and dinner's already waiting for the blond, and alex himself is dressed in an oversized sweatshirt, ratty short jean shorts, and bright harlequin pink and purple leggings. his hair's a mass of green curls spilling over shaved sides, making the dark tattoo at the nape of his neck all the more visible.
he glances up from the notepad he's been writing in, and there's a moment in which he almost looks nervous-- but it's gone almost before the sight of it can be properly processed, and he nods to the seat next to himself. ]
--Hey, I wanted to ask you something.
when magnus gets home, he's seated outside by the firepit. the fire's lit and dinner's already waiting for the blond, and alex himself is dressed in an oversized sweatshirt, ratty short jean shorts, and bright harlequin pink and purple leggings. his hair's a mass of green curls spilling over shaved sides, making the dark tattoo at the nape of his neck all the more visible.
he glances up from the notepad he's been writing in, and there's a moment in which he almost looks nervous-- but it's gone almost before the sight of it can be properly processed, and he nods to the seat next to himself. ]
--Hey, I wanted to ask you something.
[there's something about coming "home" to Alex that hasn't remotely lost its specialness. and maybe it says something depressing about Magnus, but every time he comes back to the campsite (left at this tree, right at this bush, straight on -- a familiar path, a magic as these woods are) and sees Alex there, whether it's with a complaint or dinner or a kiss or an exasperated look or nothing at all, his heart speeds up. it's not that he thinks Alex will suddenly ditch him; he's just still in the process of believing he merits a homecoming, maybe]
[so when Magnus sees Alex, wearing a truly statement making piece of clothing in the middle of the Frigging woods, his mouth can't help but tug up at the corners, happy, content. this expression only grows as he approaches the fire, sheds a warmer coat he doesn't need (a green army jacket with woolen black and white sleeves, decorated in friendly alpacas -- a good Alex Fierro thrift store find). he's excited for dinner and Alex, so sue him]
[he's barely grabbed a bowl (dinner smells like something spicy, he notes happily) before Alex speaks, and it's not typical. this in itself is not notable; Alex is rarely typical, and Magnus only tilts his head, moving to the pot of warm dinner]
Sure. Shoot. -- Ooh.
[getting a look in that pot turns that soft smile into an awed grin. damn, Alex knew what he was doing, around a campfire]
[so when Magnus sees Alex, wearing a truly statement making piece of clothing in the middle of the Frigging woods, his mouth can't help but tug up at the corners, happy, content. this expression only grows as he approaches the fire, sheds a warmer coat he doesn't need (a green army jacket with woolen black and white sleeves, decorated in friendly alpacas -- a good Alex Fierro thrift store find). he's excited for dinner and Alex, so sue him]
[he's barely grabbed a bowl (dinner smells like something spicy, he notes happily) before Alex speaks, and it's not typical. this in itself is not notable; Alex is rarely typical, and Magnus only tilts his head, moving to the pot of warm dinner]
Sure. Shoot. -- Ooh.
[getting a look in that pot turns that soft smile into an awed grin. damn, Alex knew what he was doing, around a campfire]
text - from the yard at the party they're literally both at
shadowglitter
2017-10-14 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
hey... hey
i've got so many secrets. so many
i've got so many secrets. so many
if you were to receive a house warming gift whenever the hell you build your tree house slash fort
what are some things you could use
what are some things you could use
Ronan's birthday is tomorrow. He won't tell you himself. I thought you should know.
[ left just outside magnus's door (tent flap? treehouse steps??) is this book, wrapped up in newspaper and signed "FROM ODIN & PETER"
"from odin & peter" has been hastily scratched out in red pen.
the names are still very, very legible, but obviously odin decided at the last second this should be an anonymous gift. ]
"from odin & peter" has been hastily scratched out in red pen.
the names are still very, very legible, but obviously odin decided at the last second this should be an anonymous gift. ]
[ left anonymously on magnus's doorstep again....... ]
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