In relation to the ask request 😁:
An AWG WIP snippet please (either AWG2 or any part of the connective universe that strikes your fancy in this moment!)?
I ended up writing two snippets, one for AWG2 and one for a gift fic for someone who gave me the most adorable prompt that also takes place in the AWG timeline. That said, I can't seem to find the original ask, and I forgot who exactly gave me this prompt. So, if the person who came up with this prompt sees this, please tell me so I can write down the username!
Max' beaming smile is the first thing he sees, followed by Madzie's wide eyes. They're still holding hands, gold decorating both of their knuckles, and that's a discussion he's not looking forward to when his parents notice.
Even less right now when his head is killing him.
The obelisk is still glowing gold when he takes a step back, small tendrils following Alec before retreating again. They feel cool to the touch. Soothing. They calm the nausea churning in his stomach and douse the burning trail the water left in his lungs.
Alec doesn't let it distract him, though.
He takes another step back, letting the magic return into the glowing obelisk, and falls into a deep bow, a sign of respect nobody would dare question
Even if showing his respect isn't his main motive for said action.
"Remember the plan?" he whispers to Max, careful to keep his voice low enough to avoid being overheard.
Max grins, wide and mischievous. "If people start screaming, yell fire and burn the curtains."
Alec forces down a matching grin, his eyes darting over the other three pranksters among his trainees. "Good, I'm counting on you."
Gift fic, I don't know the giftee for
Jessica hums, eyeing the deflect runes littering the pages. "I've been trying to figure out what that little bump means, since I noticed it," she admits. "Haven't had much success yet, but...well, everyone likes a little mystery from time to time, don't you agree?"
Lydia furrows her brows. She reaches for the file closest to her, lifting the scribbled paper to inspect the small bump on the lower end of the rune. "You don't think it's just a teaching error?" she asks after a short pause.
Jessica raises her shoulders in an easy shrug. "It's possible," she agrees, tipping her black pen against her bottom lip. "But it still wouldn't explain why they all draw the rune. Look," she reaches for Aloysius Knightslaw, Arjun Bhasin, and Linette Pardieu's files, "—not a single deflect rune on their first intake. Then, as soon as they joined the New York Institute, deflect runes everywhere."
