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Chair mewled, and didnât hesitate to nuzzle him.Â
Magan gently grabbed him, hugging him to his chest and humming lightly. âIâm sorry I was gone againâŚâ
Chair purred deeply, his tiny body vibrating as he nuzzled and rubbed his cheek against him.Â
A chuckle escaped him, he cuddled his favourite kitty Close and kissed his head.
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Chair mewled, and didnât hesitate to nuzzle him.Â
Magan gently grabbed him, hugging him to his chest and humming lightly. "I'm sorry I was gone again..."
notapinecone:
âI noticed.â his mouth twitched, though he tried not to grin. It was hard, talking to him, Kind of bonding with him and still being unable to really forgive him, to be hard on himself and Karian because he had been hurt too much. There were still too many feelings that he had to sort out, that he was not sure of and that were confusing him. He liked him too much, was too forgiving, but he didnât want to allow himself to just fall into his arms like nothing happened. That wouldnât be good for either of them.
As much as he tried to look at the wings and see the pain that had been inflicted on him, he couldnât just ignore that they were beautiful, that he really looked like an angel, with his hair color and those wings. He swallowed when he heard the explanation. âCan you fly with them?â the question might hurt him further, but if he could use them, then at least they were useful additions.
Magan could see that he wanted to put on the bracelet, but he hestitated a moment, stared at them and then nodded. âThey are yours, you can do as you wishâŚâ he bit his lower lip and released it almost immediately. âDo they still hurt?â
âI try not to,â he said. âActually, I try to keep them hidden at all times. There was one occasion when they were actually useful, though, and that was an assignment I had involving a demon. Fucker tried to fly away, and I wasnât willing to let it escape.â
Karian gave no indication on his opinion regarding Maganâs questions. They came from a place of honest curiosity, and he couldnât fault the other for that. Clasping the bracelet back onto his wrist, he was visibly relieved to have the wings out of view again. They were a reminder of a time that heâd rather forget, even if the results of that time still remained in other ways.
âNo, they donât,â he said. âTheyâre more annoying than anything else.â Which was entirely true. Trying to navigate smaller passageways, and remaining hidden in the shadows when working would have been a challenge if he hadnât been given a way to hide their existence, and Karian made it a point not to mention them unless he had a damn good reason.
Right now, being honest with Magan was that reason. He moved to lean against the wall again, giving the other some space. The tension between them had receded a little bit, but things were far from resolved. It was possible that they never would be.
âIâm not going to ask you to forgive me,â he said. âAnd Iâm not going to ask you to let me back into your life. I know I fucked up, but you deserved more than living your life with unanswered questions. Unless you have more, then I should go.â
This answer was so much like Karian that it hurt hearing it and not grin stupidly at it. "Mhn. Sounds very much like you." he murmured, staring at the table again, breathing deeply and closing his eyes for a moment. After that, he stared at the table, trying not to look at Karian, at his smug face and the prettiness that was too much sometimes.
"That's good." he really was relieved that they weren't painful anymore and shortly his eyes shifted to him, only to be fixated on the table again. It burned to blink and he was so, so tired, but they needed to talk and it didn't seem as if Magan would be any less tired in the next months.
Fiddling with his fingers while he listened to the others' words, he didn't know how to answer to them. Could he even forgive him? Did he want to? A deep sigh fell from his lips, he rubbed his face and rested it in his hands after that. "I... I don't think I can forgive you right now." he mumbled, sure that Karian heard him. "But- please... please don't leave for that long anymore." Magan bit his lip, it was stupid to say this, to want this, but he couldn't just let him vanish any more.
notapinecone:
âOf courseâŚâ he sighed. âBefriending you is hard.â again he closed his eyes. Elves. Elves. How did he even get in situations like that? He wasnât human himself, but Elves and Vampires from another world were still a bit too much. Shapeshifters were no problem, he was used to them, but after all this time away from Karian and the others, he noticed just how weird this all was.
The fate of the women actually calmed him a bit, especially since Miria was safe. He still felt a bit protective about her, even though they didnât really get to know each other that much.
Magan almost couldnât stand to look into Karians eyes, but he forced himself to. It had been too long and now that he didnât have the energy to feel big emotions anymore, he didnât have to look away anymore to avoid going soft for him.
With a bad feeling growing in his stomach, he watched Karian getting up, steeling himself for whatever sight there might be. Without wanting to, he imagined scars all over Karian, burned flesh and bones where there had been muscles before. The mental image made him feel sick, but at least it couldnât be worse than that.
And it wasnât. For a moment, he just stared at him, trying to find scars and bad tissue, holes or anything, but the only thing that was there were the wings. Beautiful wings. His mouth opened, but he couldnât say anything at first. The time when they tried everything out must have been horrible, but the result just looked so wonderful.
âYou look like an angel.â he whispered, while still staring at him.
âWell, I donât exactly play well with others,â he said with a wry smile. There were too many barriers in place that kept him from getting close to other people, and his occupation was only one of them. Karian had grown accustomed to spending most of his time alone, or with some stranger he might pick up during an evening out, but he would be lying if he said that the solitude wasnât wearing on him.
Perhaps that was part of the reason why heâd sought out Magan after the years theyâd spent apart, after heâd simply disappeared without a word. It was a foolish thought, that there was even a sliver of a chance that they could mend the bridge that heâd burned when heâd left, but this wasnât the first foolâs errand that Karian had chased.
A white eyebrow arched at the assessment, wings shifting slightly at his back under the scrutiny. Having them exposed brought a measure of discomfort; they served as a reminder of what had happened in Evemyst, of the months of torture before the blissful oblivion of a stake through his chest. Even now, after recovering and learning to exist alongside humans without losing control again, Karian hated the thought of them just as much as he did the sight of them.
âWe both know thatâs far from the truth,â he said with a humorless laugh. âIt hurt like hell when they managed to find the right enchantment, and even the Empress hasnât been able to find a way to remove them permanently. She tried, but they came back a few weeks later, which was equally painful.â
He shook his head, finally tearing his gaze away from the shifter, unsure of why heâd even said anything. Karian reminded himself that he didnât want Maganâs pity, but he found it difficult to remain silent when heâd promised himself that heâd tell the entire story. His fingers slipped into his pocket to retrieve the bracelet again, but he hesitated before withdrawing it.
âCan I put these away now?â
"I noticed." his mouth twitched, though he tried not to grin. It was hard, talking to him, Kind of bonding with him and still being unable to really forgive him, to be hard on himself and Karian because he had been hurt too much. There were still too many feelings that he had to sort out, that he was not sure of and that were confusing him. He liked him too much, was too forgiving, but he didn't want to allow himself to just fall into his arms like nothing happened. That wouldn't be good for either of them.
As much as he tried to look at the wings and see the pain that had been inflicted on him, he couldn't just ignore that they were beautiful, that he really looked like an angel, with his hair color and those wings. He swallowed when he heard the explanation. "Can you fly with them?" the question might hurt him further, but if he could use them, then at least they were useful additions.
Magan could see that he wanted to put on the bracelet, but he hestitated a moment, stared at them and then nodded. "They are yours, you can do as you wish..." he bit his lower lip and released it almost immediately. "Do they still hurt?"
notapinecone:
While listening, he set down the can and the wrapper, swallowing the last bits of the fruit bar. Slowly, he leaned back, resting his head on the back rest and staring at the ceiling. it was too much to process. He was tired, even exhausted, hated politics and still he tried to understand everything, but he felt like he was not going to remember half of it.
A headache was on its way, too, so he sighed silently. âKarianâŚâ he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment. He couldnât just process everything, but when he tried to think about a better time, he just couldnât find one. There was too much to do, too much work, so he had to try and understand now.
âSo⌠you tried to Keep Miria from killing Krysanna and then you just⌠befriended them?â he asked, just to make sure he understood what had happened, even if it was in a simple form.
Slowly, he turned his head at the last words, staring at Karian before opening his mouth to speak. âShow me.â his stomach churned, what kind of torture could they have done to him that left visible marks? Magan knew he couldnât be mad at him if it was horrible, if he could see the pain in the marks, but he had to know, he just had to. Right now, he didnât even feel a lot, he couldnât be mad at him.
âI wouldnât say that I befriended them,â he said. âItâs more along the lines of, there are only three elves that I wonât kill on sight, and two of them are Miria and Krysanna.â Karian could tell that it was probably more than Magan could take in at the moment, but if he only had one shot at this, he wasnât going to hold anything back. If nothing else, Magan deserved honesty.
âMiria is back on my homeland. The Empress offered her sanctuary, so sheâs safe. Krysanna spent some time in London with one of my colleagues, a werewolf actually, but sheâs since moved to Pennsylvania and works at the cafĂŠ that my sister owns. Sheâs still nervous around me, but sheâs not outright terrified anymore.â
He fell silent again when Magan spoke, turning his head to meet his gaze, and he almost refused. Even the elves, with all of their magic, hadnât been able to scar his skin, but theyâd left their mark in another way. Heâd meant what heâd said, though; he didnât want â or need â Maganâs pity. Actions had consequences, and although heâd managed to almost do the right thing, that hardly balanced the scales.
Standing, he hesitated for another moment, but then he stepped away from the sofa to give himself enough room. Nimble fingers unclasped the bracelet, siding it into his pocket, and he closed his eyes as the enchantment faded. The air behind him grew distorted, a vague outline forming before the wings began to take shape. Silver-white feathers, tipped with blue, came into focus, growing solid once the magic of the jewelry was removed, and he stretched his wings to their full span before folding them over his back.
âIt took them some time to figure it out,â he said, unable to meet Maganâs gaze. âI was their prisoner for a year and a half, and they threw every bit of magic they could think of at me before they got it right.â
"Of course..." he sighed. "Befriending you is hard." again he closed his eyes. Elves. Elves. How did he even get in situations like that? He wasn't human himself, but Elves and Vampires from another world were still a bit too much. Shapeshifters were no problem, he was used to them, but after all this time away from Karian and the others, he noticed just how weird this all was.
The fate of the women actually calmed him a bit, especially since Miria was safe. He still felt a bit protective about her, even though they didn't really get to know each other that much.
Magan almost couldn't stand to look into Karians eyes, but he forced himself to. It had been too long and now that he didn't have the energy to feel big emotions anymore, he didn't have to look away anymore to avoid going soft for him.
With a bad feeling growing in his stomach, he watched Karian getting up, steeling himself for whatever sight there might be. Without wanting to, he imagined scars all over Karian, burned flesh and bones where there had been muscles before. The mental image made him feel sick, but at least it couldn't be worse than that.
And it wasn't. For a moment, he just stared at him, trying to find scars and bad tissue, holes or anything, but the only thing that was there were the wings. Beautiful wings. His mouth opened, but he couldn't say anything at first. The time when they tried everything out must have been horrible, but the result just looked so wonderful.
"You look like an angel." he whispered, while still staring at him.
notapinecone:
For a moment, his eyes flicked to the side, but before he could get more of a short glance at Karian, he forced himself to stare at the wall again. He listened to the story, trying to get everything sorted and furrowed his brows when the stories didnât quite match to what he had heard the last time.
His mouth stopped its work, arms leaned on his legs with the food and the can dangling between his fingers. Unsure if he could just believe him, he narrowed his eyes a bit, swallowed and decided to at least listen to him until he was done before he was going to give judgement over the other one and his story.
Very slowly, he leaned back, staring at the stuff in his Hands, asking himself what he did here. Why he listened to him and why he was too inclined to forgive him for anything, if the story would just be true.
Swallowing harder this time, he shrugged and stared at the can. âThat⌠was awfully nice of you. Why did you do that? Also⌠payback?â
âThere has been a bit of political bullshit between Evemyst and the Empire of Zalyndrya for the past fifteen years or so,â Karian said. âBoth parties have been trying to negotiate the terms of the exiting treaty, but theyâve been unable to reach an agreement. When the Empire offered sanctuary to Krysanna after her exile, Evemyst wasnât exactly pleased with the decision.â
He hoped that adding some context would help Magan understand. If nothing else, it would give him something to process, maybe even add another layer of perspective. Karian didnât ask for forgiveness. He knew that heâd been a bastard, had treated the shifter terribly, but if he could just explain how things actually happened, then maybe they could find some closure.
âMiria had doubted her mission, and that put her in a dangerous position,â he continued. âIf she refused to follow through with the Councilâs decision, then they would kill her, but once she knew that Malice and I were involved, she knew that if she did try to finish her quest, one of us would kill her. It was really a no win situation for her, and Iâm all too familiar with that sort of thing.
âIâll add that I have no loyalty to the Empire; my people lived within its borders, but we were not under their rule. My concern was ensuring that I did my job, which was to keep Miria away from Krysanna. The best way to accomplish that was to have her in a place where I could keep an eye on her. Once she made her choice, then I had no reason to hurt her. She was as much a victim as Krysanna.â
He fell silent for a few minutes, giving Magan a chance to process his words. Heâd given him more information than heâd planned, but once heâd started speaking, Karian had found it difficult to stop.
âIâm not sure if you want to know what happened to me,â he said quietly. âI donât want your pity, Magan.â Lifting his right arm, the silver bracelet on his wrist flashed in the dim light. âThereâs a reason why I wear this now. It hides the more noticeable effects of the things they did once I became their prisoner.â
While listening, he set down the can and the wrapper, swallowing the last bits of the fruit bar. Slowly, he leaned back, resting his head on the back rest and staring at the ceiling. it was too much to process. He was tired, even exhausted, hated politics and still he tried to understand everything, but he felt like he was not going to remember half of it.
A headache was on its way, too, so he sighed silently. "Karian..." he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment. He couldn't just process everything, but when he tried to think about a better time, he just couldn't find one. There was too much to do, too much work, so he had to try and understand now.
"So... you tried to Keep Miria from killing Krysanna and then you just... befriended them?" he asked, just to make sure he understood what had happened, even if it was in a simple form.
Slowly, he turned his head at the last words, staring at Karian before opening his mouth to speak. "Show me." his stomach churned, what kind of torture could they have done to him that left visible marks? Magan knew he couldn't be mad at him if it was horrible, if he could see the pain in the marks, but he had to know, he just had to. Right now, he didn't even feel a lot, he couldn't be mad at him.
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notapinecone:
Magan forced himself not to look at him, as long as he just listened, he could hold his Feelings back, at least that was what he told himself. He didnât trust himself with looking at him, he knew that he was going to forgive him too easily when he could see the pain that may be in the othersâ eyes.
He vaguely waved his hand, chewed on his fruit bar and then mumbled something along the lines of âSuit yourself.â it wouldnât be harder or easier for him, no matter if Karian sat down or stood and even though something inside him told him to let him âsufferâ, he was way too tired to be petty, also the silver haired probably had enough stamina to stand there for days.
While listening, his eyes were somewhere on the wall, fixed there so they wouldnât wander subconsciously while he was chewing and drinking, he could already feel his teeth decaying from the sweetness of both his drink and the bar.
For a moment he hestitated, thinking about what was said, then he nodded. âI think so.â
Crossing the room, he returned to his seat on the sofa, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. Karian didnât miss the way Magan avoided looking directly at him, and he couldnât exactly blame him for that. It would have been easier to just stay away, to let him have the hope that Karian would never bother him again, and he was still tempted to take the easy way out and maintain the story heâd given when heâd left before. Magan would almost certainly hate him for it, but at least there would be some form of closure.
âWhat I didnât tell you was that Miria and I had met several times, and not all of them were antagonistic,â he continued. âI traded a translation charm for information from her, and I gave her cash so that she could find a place to stay that wasnât out in the open. She tracked Krysanna back to Pennsylvania, and when I found her there, I let her stay with me while she sorted through the choice sheâd been given.
âIf she decided not to kill Krysanna, then Evemyst would have called for her execution, but she struggled with the idea of taking a life when her target had wronged no one. Krys had already been exiled, and Miria believed that had been enough of a punishment. Still, it was down to a choice of her life or Krysannaâs.
âNaturally, I couldnât allow her to follow through, but I didnât have to stop her since she made the decision herself. Krys went to London with one of my colleagues, and Miria remained in Philadelphia while we worked out a way to keep her from facing her own death.â
He paused, lifting his gaze to Magan as he gave him a moment to process the words. It was far different than the news heâd delivered the last time theyâd met, and he knew that there was a chance that he wouldnât believe him.
âShe was safely relocated, but no one could know that she was alive, so we spread the story that I killed her. Everyone sheâd met on Earth had to think that she was dead in case Evemyst sent someone to question anyone who had come in contact with her. We even made sure that we had a witness to her death, an imperial advisor from my homeland who sent an urgent message to them with a portal that allowed them to see the event as it was happening.
âI was surprised that Miria trusted me enough to believe that I wouldnât take things too far, but the Council of Evemyst witnessed the moment when my fangs pierced her skin and the way her body went limp in my arms. My sister was there to heal her once the message was delivered, so no lasting damage was done.â A humorless laugh escaped him. âThey found a way to pay me back, though.â
For a moment, his eyes flicked to the side, but before he could get more of a short glance at Karian, he forced himself to stare at the wall again. He listened to the story, trying to get everything sorted and furrowed his brows when the stories didn't quite match to what he had heard the last time.
His mouth stopped its work, arms leaned on his legs with the food and the can dangling between his fingers. Unsure if he could just believe him, he narrowed his eyes a bit, swallowed and decided to at least listen to him until he was done before he was going to give judgement over the other one and his story.
Very slowly, he leaned back, staring at the stuff in his Hands, asking himself what he did here. Why he listened to him and why he was too inclined to forgive him for anything, if the story would just be true.
Swallowing harder this time, he shrugged and stared at the can. "That... was awfully nice of you. Why did you do that? Also... payback?"
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notapinecone:
He couldnât throw him out now that he was here, he needed answers, maybe then he could settle down, sleep easy and not be as restless as he had been since the silver-haired had left him.
Without looking at him, he opened both the can and the bar, took a sip before beginning to chew on the fruit bar. Magan knew he should eat something real, something that had been cooked and that was nutritional, so he would have enough energy for the next exhausting day, but he couldnât bring himself to it. It would mean work and too much energy output before he would get anything out of it.
For a moment he paused, swallowed and made a vague gesture with his hand. âJust⌠when you left. Why you left. Where you went.â it wouldnât bring any peace to him if he just explained why he showed up again after this much time, he needed the whole story.
It was easy to bullshit people. Honesty, however, was difficult for him, and he ran a hand through his hair as he tried to recall every detail from when heâd left. So much had happened since then, some of which he was still recovering from, but Magan didnât deserve more deceit. Resigning himself to the fact that he would be here for a while, he unzipped his jacket to remove it, and he removed his shoulder holster and pistol barely a moment later.
There was no reason to remain visibly armed when the situation was volatile enough.
âMay I sit?â he asked. Karian wouldnât do so again until he received permission this time; this wasnât his home, and he would abide by the shifterâs rules.
âThere were things going on beyond just what happened here,â he said. âMiria Skydream was a part of it, and I was a part of it, but the bigger picture was a political shitstorm that was brewing back on my homeland. I had a job to do, but I allowed myself to get close to you when I should have kept my presence here professional. That was one of my mistakes, and I canât take it back.
âMiria had been tasked with finding an elf who had been exiled from their country,â he continued. âMy job was to prevent that from happening, especially when we realized that her people would likely demand that she kill the other one. There was another operative involved from my company, and his job was to locate this other elf and ensure her safety. Do you follow so far?â
Magan forced himself not to look at him, as long as he just listened, he could hold his Feelings back, at least that was what he told himself. He didn't trust himself with looking at him, he knew that he was going to forgive him too easily when he could see the pain that may be in the others' eyes.
He vaguely waved his hand, chewed on his fruit bar and then mumbled something along the lines of "Suit yourself." it wouldn't be harder or easier for him, no matter if Karian sat down or stood and even though something inside him told him to let him 'suffer', he was way too tired to be petty, also the silver haired probably had enough stamina to stand there for days.
While listening, his eyes were somewhere on the wall, fixed there so they wouldn't wander subconsciously while he was chewing and drinking, he could already feel his teeth decaying from the sweetness of both his drink and the bar.
For a moment he hestitated, thinking about what was said, then he nodded. "I think so."
notapinecone:
His exhaustion was too much at the moment and even the shock of seeing him again couldnât really wake him, rather, the unreal feeling of this situation made it feel more like a weird, horrific dream.
Even the anger that surged through him just gave him a little jolt of energy which didnât help. Magan clenched his fists, trying to breathe slowly, deeply and to calm him. Every Explosion of energy just drained him more and the scales were also taking their toll on him.
Gods, how he tried not to cry, to fight back the tears that lingered in his throat together with a sob and it was incredibly hard. âThen do it! Explain yourself!â swallowing around the lump in his throat, he waved his hand. âLet me⌠I just need to⌠eat something.â without waiting for an answer, he walked into the kitchen, grabbed an energy drink and a fruit bar and returned to Karian, not looking at him again.
With every second that passed, he expected Magan to give up and throw him out, but when no such demands came, he almost dared to hope that theyâd be able to have an actual conversation. Karian knew that his return had shaken him, and he remained silent as the shifter tried to maintain his control.
He leaned back against the door, deciding against taking a seat again unless Magan made an offer, and he tipped his head in a nod as he watched him disappear into the kitchen. While he waited, he recalled everything he was willing to remember of the time theyâd been apart. Some things heâd buried too deep just to maintain his sanity, to hide the scars that had come from the consequences of his actions.
His gaze followed the shifter as he returned, and for the hundredth time, he wondered if this was a mistake. Perhaps he should have simply stayed on his own side of the country so that Magan could live his life in peace, but Karian wasnât known for always making the wisest choices.
âWhere do you want me to start?â
He couldn't throw him out now that he was here, he needed answers, maybe then he could settle down, sleep easy and not be as restless as he had been since the silver-haired had left him.
Without looking at him, he opened both the can and the bar, took a sip before beginning to chew on the fruit bar. Magan knew he should eat something real, something that had been cooked and that was nutritional, so he would have enough energy for the next exhausting day, but he couldn't bring himself to it. It would mean work and too much energy output before he would get anything out of it.
For a moment he paused, swallowed and made a vague gesture with his hand. "Just... when you left. Why you left. Where you went." it wouldn't bring any peace to him if he just explained why he showed up again after this much time, he needed the whole story.
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notapinecone:
Even if he did have the real energy to attack him now, he didnât know if he would do it. This was Karian, but still, he didnât want to fight, also his words seemed to tell him that he could just send away, which he also couldnât do. Magan needed answers. He rubbed his face and sighed.
The shifter really tried not to look at him, but it was hard, having seen him being the same as back then, finally having the opportunity to look at him, but he felt like he would cry as soon as there was a sign of emotion in his face.
âI wouldnât, because I would be asleep.â he just stated and it wasnât a lie, if Karian wouldnât be there, he would be already sound asleep. Again, he rubbed his face, trying to get the fatigue to get away. At least the scales had vanished, so he couldnât hurt either him or Karian, even by accident.
Karians words stopped his breath. Had he ever apologized? Tears now welled up, he got to his feet, his arms shaking and when he turned to the other, his voice was shaking, too. âYes, yes you do owe me a fucking apology. And more than that. An explanation. Time. Even- anything!â breathing heavily, he ruffled through his hair in an attempt to calm himself.
He swallowed down a laugh; the response was almost typical, but this was not the time to add humor into the situation. Magan had every right to be angry with him, and Karian was honestly surprised that things hadnât escalated yet. Maybe the years had changed them both. He noticed that the scales had returned to their place beneath Maganâs skin, and that was a good sign that the shifter wasnât about to slam him into the wall.
Even if Magan had decided to attack him, Karian wasnât sure if heâd fight back. After everything heâd done, if venting frustration through violence would help the shifter come to terms with his sudden return, then the last thing he wanted to do was hurt the other again. Heâd heal whatever damage Magan could inflict, and it would take less time than it would to heal the damage heâd inflicted on the shifter before he left.
And there it was. His words of regret seemed to open up a door that perhaps the shifter had tried to keep closed, and the response he received was closer to what heâd expected when heâd first tracked him down earlier in the evening.
âI know,â he said calmly. âFor what itâs worth, I am sorry. About everything. I donât expect you to forgive me or listen to what I have to say, but Iâm here now. If you want an explanation, then I can give you that. What happens between us afterwards is up to you.â
His exhaustion was too much at the moment and even the shock of seeing him again couldn't really wake him, rather, the unreal feeling of this situation made it feel more like a weird, horrific dream.
Even the anger that surged through him just gave him a little jolt of energy which didn't help. Magan clenched his fists, trying to breathe slowly, deeply and to calm him. Every Explosion of energy just drained him more and the scales were also taking their toll on him.
Gods, how he tried not to cry, to fight back the tears that lingered in his throat together with a sob and it was incredibly hard. "Then do it! Explain yourself!" swallowing around the lump in his throat, he waved his hand. "Let me... I just need to... eat something." without waiting for an answer, he walked into the kitchen, grabbed an energy drink and a fruit bar and returned to Karian, not looking at him again.
âI want someone to come over and pamper right now!âÂ
Magan picked up Chair while sitting down. "What's wrong big Boy?" he petted him gently.
so my english professor told us this story last year about how he met his wife and itâs completely possible that he made it up just to entertain us but he says it happened and the story is this
heâs a a cruise with his parents to australia where heâs gonna spend a year or so for some reason. canât remember why but it was job related. his mom is worried that if he spends too long away from her without her constant advice (my mom is also like this lol) heâs going to do something impulsive and ridiculous.Â
so, he decides to prank her by pretending to get married to a woman he just met. because heâs obviously so impulsive and ridiculous. so heâs talking to people and stuff and he asks this woman if sheâs cool with pretending to marry him to prank his parents. and she says yes. then he goes and talks to the captain and crewmembers and heâs like âi have this ridiculously funny prank where iâm going to pretend to marry this lovely woman to freak out my mom.â and they, of course, reply hell yeah. so like since the first mate has the power to marry people, i guess, he agrees to the fake wedding.Â
so at lunch heâs like âmom, dad, this is alyssa. i met her last night and weâre in love and also getting married.â and his mom freaks out and that could be that. but no.
if theyâre gonna do this theyâre gonna go big or go home.
so, he changes his facebook status to âmarried to alyssaâ and invites all his friends to his wedding in the middle of the ocean. (and they believe him and congratulate him and heâs concerned that his friends think he would really marry a random woman he met like six hours ago)Â
now his mom is getting really nervous b/c alyssa (the fake bride) got her friends she was on the cruise to be her bridesmaids. they got the first mate to âmarryâ then at dinner in front of people. the mom is horrified.Â
anyway the next day he goes âjust kidding!â and itâs hilarious. but then he has to contact all his friends who were calling him on the phone and stuff to congratulate him to tell them it was an elaborate joke and they all think heâs an asshole and he and alyssa part ways but keep in touch b/c they⌠actually get along pretty well.Â
anyway like a year later they meet up again in boston (i think? big city that wasnt new york) and talk and end up dating for like a year and then end up engaged for real. and now he invites his friends to his real wedding and all their RSVPs essentially say âiâll show up, but if this is another fake one iâll fucking murder youâ and the mom just flat out didnt believe him for a month because sheâs not falling for that again.
and now theyâve been married happily for like three years and theyâre expecting their second child who has probably been born by nowÂ
and the overall point of this post is: imagine your otp
Well this is a prompt for fic if Iâve ever seen one.