@magnificentpain / magnificentpain.tumblr.com
finally back on track here;; i don’t have many threads going right now, so i’ll toss a starter call out! they’ll be short to medium in length. i’ll cap this at 4!
if you want to plot, just hit me up with a message! i'll get right to it. magnus has the ability to heal and to conjure up weak demons, so that could be a point in an RP! (i've never gotten to conjure up anything with him yet aaaa)
( @magnificentpain )
When Alec had woken up in this city, he hadn’t expected anything. He hadn’t allowed himself to get his hopes up, hadn’t let himself believe that maybe, just maybe, someone he knew was here. He tried his best to ignore the hollow space inside his chest where his parabatai connection with Jace usually pulsed, how quiet it seemed without Isabelle to liven things up. He tried not to think of how cold his hands always seemed to be without Magnus’s fingers twining through his own, how dull the days seemed without Max’s bright laughter. Alec tried not to think at all, really, if he could help it. It had never occurred to the Shadowhunter just how dependent he was on his family, not until they’d been taken from him. Not until he’d been left to wander by himself. It was an almost physical pain, constricting the muscles in his throat and chest. Truth be told, he didn’t know what to do.
Even now, as Alec picked his way carefully down one of the streets of Hive City, the aching hollowness seemed to eat at him from the inside, stretching out to walk beside him in the space where those he loved usually occupied. The way the sun made the glitter in Magnus’s hair sparkle was imprinted on the back of Alec’s eyelids, and he thought he’d do anything to see it again. And then, just like that, like a merciful god had heard the Shadowhunter’s plea, his wish was granted. Out of the corner of his eye, Alec caught the glint of something shiny, and his head turned almost instinctively. And it was as if someone had shot him in the chest.
❝ Magnus. ❞ The name came out a gasp, all breathy air and want. All the despair and pain Alec had built up in the last few days, born of the separation from all that he knew, gathered in his chest and burst behind his eyelids, sending constellations skittering across his vision. Because there stood the love of his life. ❝ Magnus! ❞ And this time the name was a shout, equal parts desperation and relief, and Alec was running as fast as his Shadowhunter muscles would go. He practically collided with the warlock, a crazy grin on his face, breathless, his cheeks flushed with color. ❝ I didn’t—I never—I thought I’d never see you again! ❞
For a few days now, Magnus had felt like something in the city changed. It sparked up some hope in him, but he couldn’t really put his finger on what it was..
Magnus had been standing alone in the park, staring at nothing. This happened often since he came to the city. He didn’t have much to do. He couldn’t exactly sell off his powers, since the Scientists had limited them so much.. Magnus was pulled out of his thoughts when he thought he heard his name. It was so soft-- A whisper. He looked up, only catching a blurry shape before he was knocked down into the grass.
The warlock gave a soft ‘oof’ as the air was knocked out of his lungs, his eyes closing when the other made contact with him. His named was called a second time, louder. His eyes opened and he was graced with the sight of his significant other. “Alec--!” He said breathlessly, pulling the shadowhunter into a tight hug. Pressing his cheek to the side of the other’s head, he took a deep breath. Magnus had been alone for so long.. But Alec was here, and it was real. He was holding him.
“I thought the same-- I’ve been here for so long,” he explained, clutching at the cloth of the other’s shirt. “I’ve missed you so much..” He whispered, voice cracking at the confession.
Holding a glass of who knows what in his hand, Warren’s eyes wandered the ballroom as he watched others dance and sway. It was a well-packed dancefloor and popular party in general, although he’d yet to find anyone to dance along with.
Without Laura in the city, he didn’t really have a go-to date. Even Scott would have worked! Well, maybe someone would be willing to hang out with a lone mutant.
Being approached by an unfamiliar face, the blond straightened his posture and returned a friendly grin to the man. He looked nice — sort of suave, too. “Really bored, actually. Not that I’ve done much about it, but yeah I came here solo.” Pausing for a moment to raise a brow, he asked, “You too?”
“Not so much bored as I am lonely,” the warlock admitted, taking a seat at the table and straightening out his clothes with care. He looked into the other’s eyes, cat-eyes glinting with curiosity. “I came alone too, if that isn’t already obvious,” he laughed, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck.
“I can’t believe that you don’t have a date, you’re pretty good looking,”he admitted, not shy about being truthful. “I’d think that people would be all over you.”
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Magnus stepped out of a cafe, holding a cup of coffee in his hand. He exhaled and watched his breath cloud up in front of him, watching it float off, amused. He always loved winter. It meant that he had the excuse to cuddle with people to keep warm and he could wear all of his designer coats... But that was off topic.
He started down the street towards his apartment, but paused when he came across a familiar face. His expression brightened and he waved to the other with his free hand. “Hey, Satoru!”
“It’s been a while since we last saw each other. I hope that you’ve been doing well,” he said while heading over to the other, dodging some passer-bys.
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—- PANIC COLOURS her features as she takes notice in the fact that her faithful steed has been injured. cordelia is not one who knows how to properly heal, after all, that had always been the duty of the clerics within the camp. her brows easily furrow at the sight of her companion in pain as she holds her within her palms.
“ please be alright — ” she manages softly before frantically looking around. then she tugs on the shirt of the closest passer-by. “ sorry to interrupt —- but do you happen to know here the closest clinic might be? ”
LMagnus blinked in surprise, looking over to the other. He glanced down at the small pegasus in her hands, cat eyes glinting with interest. “I don’t know where the clinic is, but I may be able to help you,” he said, offering her a small smile. “I’m able to heal minor wounds if that’s enough.”
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“Magnus is back..! Magnus, Magnus! I’ve been studying more and–I, um. Kinda missed you… Where’d you go?” He was like a little puppy reunited with its owner.
“That’s actually a really good question.. I don’t really remember where I went. There’s a huge gap in my memory,” Lhe admitted, looking to the other and rubbing the back of his neck. He felt embarrassed. He usually had the answers to everything, but this time, he was at a loss.
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Magnus looked around himself, eyebrows raised slightly. This was all very interesting. He had never seen such a large gathering of people in one place before-- In this city, at least. He stepped off to the side, fixing his formal coat with a sigh. Oh, how he longed to dance..
The warlock looked around for anyone familiar, having no luck. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. With another sigh, he walked over to the refreshments table, taking a glass of wine for himself. He sipped it carefully, eyes scanning the room. He paused, watching someone who also seemed to be alone. It was worth a try.
Magnus approached the other with a warm smile.
“You look a little bored. Are you alone?”
“Well well if it isn’t my favorite Warlock”
He chuckled and sipped at his glass of wine.
“It’s been a while, now hasn’t it? How have you been?”
There was immense comfort in hearing those words, even though there was no logic behind the feeling. The other was a stranger–probably saying nice things to appease him, considering the ridiculous state they were both in.
Him in his mismatched suit and the other with his mismatched hair, a travesty to good taste if Yamanbagiri ever knew it. If only Kashuu was here, he’d know how to fix this mess–
–but he said he’d liked him, hadn’t he? That was enough. His pride flared up at the words, and the words (strange, smooth, flowing phrases) tumbled out of his lips like water.
“If I’ve caught your interest, then I better make sure I keep it.”
“Stay with me,” Yamanbagiri ask–no, commanded. “Until this thing is over.”
He enjoyed being liked, the uchi decided. This new sensation of self appreciation and self-love–he reveled in it, as much as he sank deeper and deeper into his new personality.
“I’ll look after you–or rather, I’ll need you to look after me, if I keep getting into trouble.”
How refreshing it was, to be making demands for once in his life.
Magnus raised his eyebrows. The way the other spoke.. It was so different from before, like he was becoming someone else completely.
“You’ll have no trouble with that, I can assure you. With all of the trouble that you’re getting in, I can’t even allow myself to look away from you for a second.”
“Of course I’ll stay with you. We’re going to figure this all out together, remember? I’m not one that goes back on promises so easily.”
Magnus sat back on his heels, looking down at the other curiously.
“Are you just going to keep getting yourself in trouble from now on just to get my attention? I don’t think it will serve you well in the long run. I can’t heal you forever.”
The smile that crossed his face was irrepressible, pushing itself past the stress he’d been feeling ever since the plague began. He laughed, very gently, embarrassed by the compliment.
“It’s not really that noble, I just…” Anders licked his lips thoughtfully. “Someone has to. And if I’m equipped with the knowledge, then it would be wrong for me to ignore those in need.” He could hear Justice’s words leaking through into his own voice, and there was a flare of something almost proud from the far reaches of his head. How far he had come over all these years. “But, ah, thank you. And you’re right, the sooner it’s gone the better. It’s all too damn mysterious for my liking.”
He chuckled softly, reaching a hand up to cover his mouth. The other had a cute smile, he had decided. It looked like he really needed it too-- Magnus could only imagine how stressed out he was feeling in this strange situation.
“I still think it is. Many from my time would know that they have the skill to help others, but would back away from doing so.”
Magnus nodded in agreement. There was nothing about this strange event in any of the books he had looked through in the library. He had come to the conclusion that it was just the scientists picking on their citizens. However, Magnus knew that there was always a loophole.
“I’m hoping to help the others. I wouldn’t want any of them to suffer because of this.”
[ ☠ ] Scoffing a bit, Jean narrowed his eyes at the other male since he wasn’t amused at being called a mundane or whatever it meant! He grumbled a bit as he commented back as if he was trying to prove a point, “I came from a time of war! Curse words are part of our language during that time because of boiled up anger!”
Magnus raised his eyebrows. When was any world not in a time of war..? He wouldn’t bring that up, though, for the other probably wouldn’t understand. Not many people in the Hive did.
“I doubt that it’s required for you to say those words, though. I’m sure people would like you a lot more if you dropped them and your snarky attitude.”
Magnus had lived for hundreds of years and had seen more than his fair share of wars. He knew that there were other ways to express anger and despair. Much less colourful then cussing, at least.
// Sorry I’ve been away for so long! I’ve had a lot on my plate, balancing school and my personal life. I’ll get to my replies right away, and after that, I’ll write the starters I owe!
"I made you a cake."
“Thank you, my dear kitten,” he said, kneeling down in front of Chairman Meow. “Though I must ask.. How in the world did you make a cake? Are you the reason why all of the eggs are gone?”
{Maybe…} Chairman mewled shyly, as he gazed away from Magnus while his tail twitched. {I have to admit it was difficult trying to make it I never realized how limited my paws were} he mewled as he gazed down at his soft and lovable paws.
Magnus chuckled softly. “You don’t have to act so guilty, Chairman. It’s quite alright,” he said, picking his cat up and setting him in his lap. He ran his fingers through the cat’s fur gently. “You could have asked for help,” he pointed out.
"Is glitter edible?"
“I don’t think so, Woolsey,” he said, turning to him and raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t glitter just a bunch of small metal shards? Even though you have quick healing abilities, I wouldn’t recommend trying it. And– Don’t you think about going behind my back and doing it! I’ll punch you!”
“Duty? magnus which duty?” Woolsey was beginning to wonder if he wasn’t the only Scott to share Magnus’s bed.
“Surely you’ve heard of the whole death of Sebastian fiasco. I met the new praetor while everyone was trying to rebuild.”
"Is glitter edible?"
“I don’t think so, Woolsey,” he said, turning to him and raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t glitter just a bunch of small metal shards? Even though you have quick healing abilities, I wouldn’t recommend trying it. And– Don’t you think about going behind my back and doing it! I’ll punch you!”
“Have you met him? the living praetor?” He smiled.
He nodded. “A few times, actually. Duty called for it,” he said with a soft laugh.
"Is glitter edible?"
“I don’t think so, Woolsey,” he said, turning to him and raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t glitter just a bunch of small metal shards? Even though you have quick healing abilities, I wouldn’t recommend trying it. And– Don’t you think about going behind my back and doing it! I’ll punch you!”
“What about Praetor, or Kai or kay, I’m not sure” He muttered. “I hear i have a great what ever youd call him named praetor”
“Praetor then,” he said, smiling up at the other and touching the stuffed animal.
“Oh dear, do you need help?” (from Praetor Scott)
“I’m fine,” he said stubbornly, pushing some boxes aside, knocking a pile of books over in the process. He groaned and crossed his arms. “I am in complete control of this situation, and I will find that stuffed animal if it’s the last thing I’ll do–!”
“Right well if chairmand carried it off where does he hid things?” Praetor sighed grabbing a few things moving them when he found it. “This? How old is it?”
“Usually he hides my things under the couch, but I’ve already checked there,” he said. He looked up and nodded when the other had caught his attention. “Oh--! Yeah, that’s it! It’s uh.. Really old. That’s all I’m going to say.”
