Where’s My Wonderland - Blood On The Dance Floor
It was all just casual for them, for both of them. It had never been anything else but a way for them to forget the world around them even if just for a moment. But Magnus knew it wouldn’t last, it would never be anything but sex. He would never find someone that would love him and care of him, someone that he could spend his life with. He knew that he was doomed to have nothing but casual lovers throughout time if he wanted to keep his heart from getting broken over and over again.
Even if he didn’t want to admit it he was slowly falling for Woolsey. For each time they met he just wanted him more. But the werewolf was mortal, one way or another he would lose him. They never had a future, no matter what Magnus wanted.
More than a century had passed since he’d last seen the werewolf. Yet all he could think of was how life could have been if he had stayed, if he had allowed himself to love Woolsey. In his head it had been his own personal wonderland, a man that loved him, took care of him, made sure he was always happy, and of course amazing sex. But it was nothing but a fantasy, just like for Alice it had been nothing but a dream. The warlock kept asking for his wonderland even though he was very well aware that it did not exist.
Suddenly everything started spinning around him, Magnus had no idea what was going on, maybe he had one too many drinks. It was like he was falling, when there finally was steady ground underneath him once again he almost fell but someone caught him, familiar warm arms. He was suddenly looking into the face of the werewolf that he had just been thinking about. Even if Magnus knew it was just in his head he didn’t care, he was in the arms of the person he’d been wanting to be with for so long. “Woolsey…” He mumbled looking into the green eyes of his former lover. “You still talk to much, Magnus” The werewolf chuckled quietly before kissing him.
(I don’t know if this is good or bad or just weird XD)
