‘ there are ALWAYS other ways , the question just becomes ---- are you willing to SEEK them ? ‘ fingertips of glass and ivory flutter RESTLESSLY across pages , bent as if obsidian turned silk beneath such GENTLE hands . ( for even the hardest of gems and steel turned SOFT when cradled by hands as LOVING as magnus finch’s ) though lips spewed words coated in PROPHECY and mystique , a smile found it’s way to curve the pallor into mountains and valleys ; dimpled cheeks and quirked brows , features dancing in sympathy and amusement for the boy of DREAMS that had wandered into the trembling structure of his shop . the book in magnus’ hands snapped shut , the sound daunting , FINAL ( yet SOFTENED in the quaint space , as though death seemed kinder here , gentler . as long as one stayed CLOSE to the witch , they would be warm , they would be SAFE from the harshness of reality ) pendant BOUNCING against his chest , a soft THUD against his ribs with each step ; barren feet dancing restlessly against the wood , familiar hands snatching vials , glasses , gently plucking stray petals and leaves from plants . ‘ you seek the help of a witch---- a half god , and i can give it to you , just don’t tell my mother ‘
laughter RUNG , quiet , akin to the tinkle of bells in the soft and yawning warmth of sunday mornings . and the storm SETTLED into a seat , the mist CLEARED from the mighty hillside , and magnus finch crossed his legs . a gestured hand offering a seat , a grin offering solace . all were safe in his presence , all found HOME in his smile
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