empathy won't fit in these cold hands

Independent RP blog for Jonah Magnus from The Magnus Archives, as interpreted by Occam. Under construction as of 4/6/2021.

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hallo hallo welcome to my caeve

still getting set up here, but please read my haphazardly slapped together rules before you follow me. thanks!

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also thought of a great url, but it’s already taken by a blog that hasn’t been active for eight fucking years.

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no wonder why, my heart feels dead inside it’s cold and hard and petrified lock the doors and close the blinds we’re going for a ride

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“...Bitch.”

“Not a very nice way to talk about yourself, my darling sparrow.”

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Here, in this time (3rd May, 1992) and this place (The Magnus Institute, London,) James is quiet as he wanders the halls, cold eyes taking in the comings and goings of those under his roof. He likes sneaking up on people, he’s found  --  what a nice little prickling as his employees are jolted by his unexpected appearance.

It is perhaps out of habit (or a betrayal of some unconscious desire) that he finds himself walking to a familiar desk in a large, otherwise empty room. The sun bleeds red and orange across the old hardwood floors as it makes its final descent below the horizon, and yet still Elias Bouchard sits, working away the hours of his day. What a good, dedicated young man. Seeing him so focused delights him in a way that is perhaps a bit untoward.

But when has that ever stopped him?

His oxfords are silent as James approaches the young man from behind, not even the faintest whisper of cloth breaking apart that precious quiet. As he steps close enough to peer over the young man’s shoulder, he finds nothing particularly interesting being filed  --  an acquisition document for an object that had found its home here ten years previously. James would have thrown the thing out, knowing as he does that it has no real supernatural properties, but academic integrity and all that.

A small smile curls at the corner of his mouth for a brief moment before he speaks, his voice far too loud in contrast to the quiet.   “Working late, Mr. Bouchard? I do not believe there’s been any overtime approved for this pay cycle.”

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Aneurin Barnard in Trap for Cinderella (2013)

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“She’ll eat you alive..”

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mister magnus, himself

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Aneurin Barnard as Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart INTERLUDE IN PRAGUE (2017) 

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