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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[summerdude]

"I hate to break it to you," Magnus says, in deeply sorrowful tones. "But I'm not in love with you. Secretly or otherwise. My affections are otherwise taken. You see, there's this girl... sometimes he's a boy... she can turn into a wombat." Then he grins. "Also, you don't even need to be pushed on a swing. You can push yourself. Observe:" and he launches off, pumping his legs to get more lift.

[onthewillowsthere]

"What does a wombat look like?" He alights in the other swing and begins the slow process of creating his own momentum as a normal person with normal-person pushing ability.

[summerdude]

"Kind of like an angry koala-groundhog," Magnus says, after a moment of deep reflection. (Well. A moment of feeling the wind in his hair, at least.)

[onthewillowsthere]

"I don't know what either of those are," Galahad says, unconcerned by this fact.

[summerdude]

"We'll find a bestiality that has them later," Magnus says, equally unconcerned.

[onthewillowsthere]

"Okay." The momentum is starting to gather, and as he swings into the air he understands less why this is romantic but more why it's fun.

[summerdude]

When Magnus is going as high as he dares -- pretty damn high -- he lays back flat, gripping the chains tight in his hands, closes his eyes, and whoops.

[onthewillowsthere]

Well, he's obviously going to try that -- and as soon as he has the height he does, flattening his stiff body for a glorious swoop, yet another thing that makes his stomach flip.

[summerdude]

Magnus sighs. This is a weird playground -- oversized; it feels like they're outside but he can't tell if there's anything here but the playground -- but he's thrilled to have found it. He starts pumping his legs again, coasting higher.

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad can't catch up to him, but he's happy just to soar. It's a wild, free feeling.

[summerdude]

At the apex of his swing forward, Magnus (of course) leaps off the swing, twisting wildly for about half a second before landing, hard, on his feet. He whoops again.

[onthewillowsthere]

He opens his eyes to see what Magnus has done, and -- definitely doesn't do that. He's still getting used to what his new weak body can and can't do, but this seems risky. Instead he stops actively swinging and lets himself start to slow naturally.

[summerdude]

And Magnus come back to his swing and sits on it, idly, grinning.

Then he says, "Want me to push you even though I'm not secretly in love with you?"

[onthewillowsthere]

"Yes, please."

[summerdude]

Magnus pushes off his swing again and moves behind Galahad. He catches him on the backswing, gripping the little metal triangles that hook the chain into the swing itself, and then backs up even farther, pulling Galahad higher.

Then, putting his head down, he pushes, running forward and launching Galahad high enough that he can scamper forward underneath him, circling back immediately so he can keep the momentum going with more sedate pushes.

[onthewillowsthere]

With Magnus' einherji strength, Galahad is immediately sent swinging very high, very fast, and he laughs breathlessly as he's flung into the -- sky? He looks up but his eyes immediately slide off the blue-grey dome above him -- but that doesn't seem to matter enormously right now. He feels like he's flying.

[summerdude]

Magnus is grinning, too, thrilled. He's going to keep pushing Galahad until Galahad asks to stop.

[onthewillowsthere]

It's a while, but finally he flips backwards in the swing and says breathlessly, "We must be not be stopped in our quest--"

[summerdude]

"Oh. Right, we had a point to all this, didn't we?" Magnus says. He stops pushing Galahad and steps to the side to take himself away from the temptation of just letting Galahad swing all day.

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad laughs as he slows to a stop. "We have to find a scabbard."

[summerdude]

"Oh, right. For your fancy new sword." Magnus is determinedly cheerful about this.

[onthewillowsthere]

"For my fancy new sword," just as deliberately light.

[summerdude]

"You know," says Magnus, reaching for Galahad's hand to tug him off of the swing and toward the door. They're definitely marking this one. A full-on label. Maybe they can find it a glowing sign so other people can use the playground, too? "I really mean it. You should train with Jack, too. He's actually a pretty decent teacher."

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad gives him a look. "Jack is loud."

[summerdude]

"Yes," says Magnus. "And he'll teach you different stuff."