Oct 21, 2021
Magnus had take his roost on the balcony of his and Seamus’ suite his paints and brushes laid out perfectly as he painted the scene of the storm that washed the strangers onto the isles. Eyeing over and around his canvas as he worked in silence, the only sound coming from the bracelets around his wrist jingling with ever stroke of the brush. It was only when the door to their suite opens that Magnus knows Seamus is coming, no one else would walk in without knocking first. Turning slightly from his work, “How long are we betting these strangers last? I heard your sister ordered they be welcomed, I can only imagine the reasoning behind it.”
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