Magnus Chase (
summerdude) wrote2023-11-25 01:55 pm
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I Embrace My Inner Tarzan [open post]
There's a massive old oak about fifty yards west of Magnus's favorite clearing. It has thick, sturdy branches; he can climb nearly forty feet up it before he starts to worry about them holding his weight. There's a family of squirrels that lives nearby -- good squirrels, nothing like Ratatosk -- and Magnus likes to listen to them discuss their acorn deposits. Sometimes, when they're not looking, he'll grow and stash more acorns for them to discover; he's not sure how long the winters here get.
He's pretty sure it's cold outside, but it's not cold enough to affect him, and so he's still barefoot and in a t-shirt pretty much all the time.
Today, he's been scrounging in some of the out-buildings. There's a portable outdoor fireplace. While he doesn't feel the cold, he finds (contained) fires comforting, and it'll be nice to have some hot food, so he shoulders it and a makeshift grill surface, and lugs them to the base of his oak tree. Now he'll have an easier way of preparing the fish Mothwing sometimes leaves him than trying to summon the right amount of summer into them so that they cook and don't explode, at least.
He lights a modest fire, feeding it with fallen sticks. Then he shoves an apple, picked from another nearby tree, into his mouth and a book he'd pilfered from the library into the waistband of his pants, and climbs up an easy ten feet to his favorite branch. Things don't seem so bad, living out here.
He's pretty sure it's cold outside, but it's not cold enough to affect him, and so he's still barefoot and in a t-shirt pretty much all the time.
Today, he's been scrounging in some of the out-buildings. There's a portable outdoor fireplace. While he doesn't feel the cold, he finds (contained) fires comforting, and it'll be nice to have some hot food, so he shoulders it and a makeshift grill surface, and lugs them to the base of his oak tree. Now he'll have an easier way of preparing the fish Mothwing sometimes leaves him than trying to summon the right amount of summer into them so that they cook and don't explode, at least.
He lights a modest fire, feeding it with fallen sticks. Then he shoves an apple, picked from another nearby tree, into his mouth and a book he'd pilfered from the library into the waistband of his pants, and climbs up an easy ten feet to his favorite branch. Things don't seem so bad, living out here.
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He closes his eyes, and quotes: "'Wrongly chosen, wrongly slain; a hero Valhalla cannot contain. Nine days hence the sun must go east, ere Sword of Summer unbinds the beast.' The Sword of Summer is Jack; he's destined to set Fenris Wolf loose at the start of Ragnarok. Everyone thought that the prophecy meant Sam chose me wrongly, but it turned out it meant that Loki marked me for death wrongly. He thought that I could be controlled into retrieving Jack, who had been lost for centuries, and then letting it go so that he could be freed. I couldn't." He thinks for a moment, then adds: "Because Sam actually did such a good job, though, Odin basically made her his special projects right-hand valkyrie."
Something occurs to Magnus, mid-stream. "I wonder if, if me and Jack just stay here, Ragnarok won't start?"
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A small frown tugs at his face in answer to the last question. It is tempting, to some degree, to imagine that Magnus may simply never return to his world, never face any of what is supposedly in store for him. "Would you stay?"
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As is his way, he thinks on the question before he answers it, watching as, three trees away from them, a squirrel darts its way up into the thick autumn leaves. The mansion has its own beauty. "I miss the Cloud Recesses," he says. "I worry for my brother and my uncle. My disciples will get by without me, but I miss them, too."
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It takes a noticeable moment for Lan Wangji to master himself after that thought, and he breathes carefully through it. "You must talk with her if you can," he agrees. "But my home is open to you if it becomes possible."
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*He's the personification of :pleading_face: right now. FYI.
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