I'm About As Organized As Ran, I Guess? [closed post]

[summerdude]

"And then we realized Frigg was knitting with clouds. Actual factual clouds," Magnus says, passing another box that, as it turns out, holds nothing useful down to Galahad. He climbs up another rung on the little stepladder and starts in on the next shelf. "How many boxes of Legos do we have so far?" He knows it's certainly not enough for a bachelorette party yet, but surely there's something they can go on. He'd kind of tonight that this far after Dark, there would be... more? "Do you think we should find another room to look in? Maybe the game room isn't the best choice."

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[onthewillowsthere]

I can't talk about it around Jack.

[summerdude]

Want me to send him somewhere else?

[onthewillowsthere]

Yes. For a little while.

[summerdude]

Magnus nods, and draws Jack from his pendant. "Hey buddy, can you do me a huge favor?"

"You got it, boss," says Jack, flying up. "Just say the word."

"I need you to go find Alex and tell her that I love her," says Magnus. A wicked grin spreads across his face. "And sing her a few songs. You can pick which ones as long as you don't let her stop you, no matter what she says, okay?"

"Aye aye, captain," says Jack, only a little doubtfully, and zooms off.

"I'm gonna pay for that later," Magnus confides in Galahad, peaceably.

[onthewillowsthere]

"Yes," says Galahad, who hasn't known Alex very long, but also has a pretty good sense of her at this point. "Thank you."

[summerdude]

"I can't wait," Magnus adds, in case that wasn't clear. He takes Galahad's hand. "Where in the cellar?"

[onthewillowsthere]

"Do you know where the armory is?"

[summerdude]

Magnus has been through the Mansion's basements and sub-basements over and over again in his quest for viable bamboo, but this doesn't ring a bell. "Nope!"

[onthewillowsthere]

"I'll show you." Since their hands are already entwined, he pulls Magnus along, though both his grip and his pull are less firm than usual.

[summerdude]

It's negligible enough to an einherji that Magnus doesn't really take note. He just follows Galahad down curiously.

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad leads him down to the closet where Lan Wangji has sealed the Sword with the Red Hilt. The array on the door gleams blue.

[summerdude]

"Whoa," says Magnus, reaching out to touch the door and then jerking his hand back. "Okay! What's up with that?"

[onthewillowsthere]

"Lan Wangji has sealed the Sword with the Red Hilt there."

[summerdude]

Magnus blinks. "Did she do something?"

[onthewillowsthere]

"He said it had killing intent and he didn't want it to stay in our room."

[summerdude]

"Huh," says Magnus, thoughtful. "Okay, I can see why you didn't want Jack around for this."

[onthewillowsthere]

"He had me choose a new one. And I need to find a scabbard and belt for it."

[summerdude]

Magnus glances over at Galahad. "New... sword? Why?"

[onthewillowsthere]

It's taken him a long time to tell Magnus this -- he knows it's taken a long time. But despite knowing that Magnus won't think he's done something wrong, he feels -- uncertain? Guilty? They've talked about how frightening it is to love someone mortal and ordinary, and now Galahad is both those things instead of just one. He feels as though he's made something harder for Magnus that wasn't before.

He sighs, I lost my power.

[summerdude]

Magnus's stomach drops. Oh shit. That's possible? How? What happened??? Are you okay?, he asks, one-handed and squeezing Galahad's with his other.

[onthewillowsthere]

We had sex. God punished me.

[summerdude]

Whoa, whoa, wait, what???? Magnus comes to a complete stop with his surprise. One question at a time, Chase, he reminds himself -- he has about a million, and doesn't know what to ask first.

After a moment, he starts by repeating, Are you okay?

[onthewillowsthere]

Okay. I'm glad we did.

[summerdude]

The second most-pressing question is obviously, So??? How was it???

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad flushes, cheeks to throat.

Good. He does not expect Magnus to really be satisfied with this.