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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.

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"Oh," says Magnus, considering this. "Yeah, okay, I can see that."

"He told me to come heal him."

Honestly, if the Holy Grail can do phalloplasties, Magnus can kind of get why people used to want to find it. Gender-affirming care must have been really hard in Camelot. But that's not important; what's important right now is how Galahad is still clearly pale and shaken by his vision. "Are you okay?" he asks, frowning.

"I don't understand why He would send me a vision. I forsought my purpose. I can't do what He meant for me to do," Galahad watches his body say. "It doesn't make sense."

Magnus purses his lips, and then nods to himself. He takes Galahad's hand and walks out of the bathroom. Drosera is there, right by the door, snoozing away, her beak tucked under her scraggly little wing. She lifts her head when they come outside, and then nods off again.

"Are all your visions from your god?" Magnus asks, as he sits down next to Dro and tugs Galahad down with him. "I think mine come from different gods. And sometimes from Ginnungagap."

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Galahad's body smiles at Drosera -- the way she waits for them reminds him of a cat -- and he sits squished between her and Magnus.

"Always from God. They're visions of what I'm meant to do, or people it will be important for me to meet, like Percival's sister."

"Percival has a sister?!" Not the point, Chase. "Is this the first vision you've had since you got here?"

"No, but it hasn't happened in a while."

"I thought you said god wasn't talking to you here."

"He isn't. When He speaks to me it's with words. The visions are something else."

"So it's kind of, like..." Magnus is trying to understand how a vision can be from god but not god talking to you. In his world, visions are sometimes direct communication. "A letter versus a phone-- a face-to-face conversation?"

"Yes. But a photograph instead of speech," he says, after a moment or two in silence.

"Could your vision be a metaphor too?"

"For what?"

Magnus pauses. "That's a really good question," he says, and shrugs. "My visions are just glimpses at stuff that's happening across the Nine Worlds, but sometimes they have useful information. If something specific is being communicated, then, like... I dunno. Maybe it's representative in a different way, that's all."

"When did you have a vision last?"

"Um." Magnus takes Galahad's wrist and squints at his watch. "Five? Minutes ago?" He nods. "Maybe six."

"What was it?"

"It was in the Chase Space -- I think Alex was fighting with Samirah and Hearthstone. I couldn't see what Hearth was saying. His back was to me."

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He nods. The way Magnus explained his visions, that means whatever happened in the Chase Space is really happening. "Are you worried?"

Magnus thinks about this, then shakes his head. "If it was something really bad, it would have involved a god," he says. "Or it would have been in Valhalla, or something. I think I just miss them and caught them at a bad time." He hopes.

A vision that has no meaning or call to action, one that's just a glimpse of what the people Magnus loves elsewhere, sounds worse than what Galahad experiences. If he could sometimes see Percival, but never speak to him or know he's well or whether he's troubled -- Galahad would rather the metaphors and portents of his own visions. He pulls Magnus into a hug, wet boxers and all.

Magnus hugs him back, tightly -- Galahad must really need it, since Magnus's vision was just par for the course. "You okay?" he asks, slumping into Galahad's hold. "You're okay."