I Deliberately Misinterpret The Nature Of An Agreement

[summerdude]

Galahad probably didn't expect Magnus to come pounding on his door in the middle of the day when they agreed Magnus would try sleeping on his own, especially since Magnus decided pretty quickly that he wanted to sleep outside again (but on purpose because he prefers it, not because it feels like the only option that doesn't end with the walls closing in on him). But here Magnus is, anyway, in the middle of the day, knocking loud enough that he has to force himself to take a step back so he doesn't break the door down.

"Dude, it's me, I need you," he calls, just so Galahad knows for sure it's him, or whatever. "You're in there, right? Galahad?"

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[onthewillowsthere]

"What would you like to do?"

[summerdude]

"Kiss her face?"

[onthewillowsthere]

A slight smile. "That's what."

[summerdude]

"Huh," says Magnus, considering this. It does sound appealing, and it's enough to nudge him out of the peak of his overwhelm. "Wow." He squints up at Galahad. "I get to learn what we're like when we're not fighting for our lives every day," wonderingly.

[onthewillowsthere]

"It will be good."

[summerdude]

He sure hopes so! In a leap of logic and association that Magnus will not be examining, he says, "By the way, dude, we have to plan your bachelorette party."

[onthewillowsthere]

"What?"

[summerdude]

"For your wedding," because that's obviously the only additional context Galahad might possibly need.

[onthewillowsthere]

"What is it?"

[summerdude]

"I mean, I assume Hanguang-jun and Crowley will be throwing one for Claudius too," Magnus says. "Since they're his best men. Um, it's the party you have with your groomsmen -- your friends who are involved in the wedding -- before the wedding. I don't know why, I think it's to let off any stress or tension after all that planning? A lot of people go out drinking, but obviously we'd do something different." As far as he can tell, from their months of acquaintance, he and Galahad are both a lot more likely to shotgun sodas than anything else. "I guess I'm assuming that calling dibs on being your best man stands even though Claudius has given me other jobs too."

[onthewillowsthere]

"What other jobs?"

[summerdude]

Magnus blinks. "Me and you, we're family," he says. "So he asked me to do, like, the family stuff."

[onthewillowsthere]

"It depends on which of us is the bride. What family stuff you have to do. Did he say who he thought is who?"

[summerdude]

"He said, um," Magnus tries to remember. "I already sounded him out as a potential suitor when we met, and now I'm entrusted with spreading the good news. But, um, I thought part of the point is that neither of you is the bride?"

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad blinks. "Is that the point?"

[summerdude]

"I mean... you're gay, right?"

[onthewillowsthere]

"Does that mean no one can be the bride?"

[summerdude]

"Do you want to be a bride?"

[onthewillowsthere]

There's a sudden, rose flush in his cheeks. "I want him to be."

[summerdude]

Magnus clocks the blush from vantage point in Galahad's lap, and reaches up to poke his cheek. "Why?" he asks, a teasing note in his voice.

[onthewillowsthere]

The blush deepens. "He said... he told me femininity is a chore he likes. He said he once imagined himself as the divine androgyne. I want to see him like that. If-- if he's both, then he can be the bride and the bridegroom."

[summerdude]

"Claudius is nonbinary?!" Magnus considers sitting up, but he's so comfortable. "He should talk to Alex." Which is something he can say now. He grins. "Who isn't nonbinary, but who has other relevant experience."

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad hesitates. "Don't tell anyone. I don't know whether he wants anyone to know."

[summerdude]

"Dude, I would never out anyone," Magnus says, earnestly. He focuses on the other most important thing at hand: "Does that mean that you think Claudius should wear a wedding dress?"

[onthewillowsthere]

Now he's just pink everywhere. "I would like-- he would be beautiful."