Magnus Chase (
summerdude) wrote2024-06-12 11:18 am
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New Plan, Step One: Provide For My Community [open]
Magnus needs something to change, so when a Mansion calendar helpfully informs him that it's International Falafel Day back on Earth, he goes to the library for some cookbooks, and then to the kitchen.
He lays out ten different falafel recipes. He gathers the ingredients they list, as best as he can understand them. He has canned chickpeas and fresh chickpeas and dried chickpeas and chickpea flour and box mixes of falafel that say 'just add water!'
Cripes.
"I can do this," he says, peering at the assorted recipes intently for a good ten minutes, and then takes the dried chickpeas over to the sink to rinse and soak.
He lays out ten different falafel recipes. He gathers the ingredients they list, as best as he can understand them. He has canned chickpeas and fresh chickpeas and dried chickpeas and chickpea flour and box mixes of falafel that say 'just add water!'
Cripes.
"I can do this," he says, peering at the assorted recipes intently for a good ten minutes, and then takes the dried chickpeas over to the sink to rinse and soak.
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He wants Magnus to understand how much it means.
He is the most important person to me. I don't just want him to be safe, he signs. I want him to be happy. To garden and cook horrible slimy food and read mysteries and play games with his friends. To have real friends. To have sex. With me and with other people who like him, who he likes, and not to be afraid of how someone could take it from him. Aornis does that. But Luo Binghe does that too.
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He sighs. "I know that's, like, not heartening," he adds. "But I think it's a sign he's making an effort."
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Galahad hasn't been angry for a while, and he'd forgotten how it felt, the way his skin feels tight and his pulse throbs in his temples. The last time this happened it made the fire in his blood flare up, a licking flame that coursed hotly through him, but this time there's nothing to burn inside his body. He presses his lips together, flat and thin, and for a few moments he can't say anything else.
Finally he signs, Okay.
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But on all those other quests, too, he had people. It was all on him, but it wasn't just on him. He turns to Galahad, wrapping his arms around his neck and burying his face in his shoulder.
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"It's okay," he says again, snuggling Magnus in his arms.
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