Magnus Chase (
summerdude) wrote2024-02-20 10:57 pm
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Me and My Best Friend Put On A Show That Would Make Freya Totally Jealous [closed post]
Magnus wakes up, normal again except for how he's in an unfamiliar room. Not Galahad's old room, either. A nondescript one that, as far as he can tell, just has a bunch of clothes and stuff. Also he's wearing silky pajamas he'd never pick out automatically on his own?
It doesn't take long for him to feel like the walls are closing in on him. It's out of respect for Aornis that he stumbles out of her room through the door (barefoot and in the silky pajamas) and goes outside the normal way. Once outside, he flops into the snow, calling summer and feeling the way the snow steams against his skin as it melts.
He's not feeling totally regular again when he sits bolt upright, remembering that Drosera is probably in Galahad's old room with two people that aren't Magnus or Galahad. Existential crisis over, there's a child to retrieve! And hopefully, he'll run into Galahad in the halls.
It doesn't take long for him to feel like the walls are closing in on him. It's out of respect for Aornis that he stumbles out of her room through the door (barefoot and in the silky pajamas) and goes outside the normal way. Once outside, he flops into the snow, calling summer and feeling the way the snow steams against his skin as it melts.
He's not feeling totally regular again when he sits bolt upright, remembering that Drosera is probably in Galahad's old room with two people that aren't Magnus or Galahad. Existential crisis over, there's a child to retrieve! And hopefully, he'll run into Galahad in the halls.
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He reaches inside himself and draws on the warmth of Galahad being here with him, helping him, holding his severed toe to his foot. The fact that Galahad is getting married to the love of his life. The look on Hanguang-jun's face right after he gives Magnus a big old bear hug. The curve of Alex's lips when she's pretending like she isn't smiling at him. Sagramore's expression when Magnus called him an adult-shaped adult. Gu Xiang when she borrowed his qi and used it to punch through cave walls. Shen Yuan crowing, victoriously, as he unlocks another character. Mallory and Halfblood and TJ, blood in their teeth halfway through a Battle Practice when they're not immediately losing. Hearthstone watching Blitzen sell his clothes. Drosera biting at snow and looking surprised at the cold. The pride on Qi Yan's face when Magnus answers one of her questions well. Tress when she's remembering Charlie. Nina, laughing as she explains another thing about flirting. Claudius touching his ring and talking about Galahad's eyes. Galahad's eyes, right now, carefully watching Magnus, even with the distance behind them from his vision. The beautiful poison dart frog sketch of Alex that Magnus keeps with him all the time, 24/7.
With each thought, Magnus grows warmer and warmer. As usual, it's harder to heal himself than it would be to heal someone else. He concentrates on the source of that pain, and tries to will himself into wholeness, burning out infection and pain alike, encouraging flesh and bone to knit back together. It takes some time; he's breathless with it and sweating, slipping in the tub. Alex's face, hanging upside down as he swings from a branch in Magnus's room in Valhalla. Alex's hand, callused against his, her skin dark against Magnus's uber-paleness. Alex's curls falling into his eyes. Alex, sitting still and letting Galahad commit her to paper even though she hates being pinned down, so Magnus could have the drawings.
Light and heat burst from Magnus's foot. Bone knits together with a sickening crunch, and he nearly whites out from the feeling of it. That's the hard part; the rest is just flesh. Magnus is good with flesh. He takes a deep breath and concentrates.
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Once the toe is obviously reattached he lets go of it and supports Magnus' whole foot with his hands, as if he were going to wash them for the Ordinance of Humility. As if he were the priest and Magnus the novitiate -- as if he were Christ, with his towel around his waist, and Magnus his beloved disciple.
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He only passes out for a second. Toes aren't hard -- he's healed much, much worse injuries before; TJ and Halfborn both needed greater effort on the quest to Naglfar and he was fine after them -- but perhaps it's reattaching a body part, and especially his own, that takes it out of him.
It's just a second, but it's still enough for a vision of his own: The Chase Space, bustling with kids. Alex and Samirah are in one corner; Hearthstone is there, too, Alex's arms are folded and his chin is jutting obstinantly; Sam looks -- resigned, maybe? -- and Hearth is signing something, but his back is to Magnus so he can't make out what. Alex shakes his head and lifts his hands, huffily--
But then Magnus comes back to himself. "Ow," he says, belatedly and a little blearily but otherwise fine, and gives his toe an experimental wiggle.
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"He was pierced with a lance that unmanned him." His voice sounds distant in his ears. "The land became a waste."
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