@servinglies plotted starter
Magnus had left London to see the new world, but had found that even it couldn’t shake all that had happened to him recently. First, Camille and her lies, then came the strange warlock with abilities he could only dream of, and with her came the broken angel boy with his dying half, and with all the bloodshed that was ever-present in the downworld, Magnus needed a break. He needed some relaxation.
So, after spending a few years reestablishing a modest fortune he went back, not to London this time, but to Whales. Perhaps he still had a soft spot for the young man. He planned on visiting, in a few years, though. He bought a manor and furnished it to his liking. Just as he was feeling himself get settled he heard whispers, finally establishing some decent friends in his temporary home. Merlin.
He’d met the man a little over 100 years prior. He’d liked him. They’d gotten to know each other decently, Magnus always having loved the legend. Magnus had gotten bored where he’d been though, and taken off. Both being immortal he’d always figured their paths would cross once more. So, he made quick work of tracking the older down.
“ Well, well, well, ” was his form of greeting. “ If it isn’t my favourite mythical man. ”