⠀ alex is quick to grab hold of magnus’ hand, finally glancing up to furrow her eyebrows at him. half—frowning. “ magnus, in the nicest way possible, youll get your ass kicked. ” ⠀
“Who was it? I’ll fight them.” He scowls, starting to rise again. Nothing made him quite as furious as the thought that someone had been an asshole to Alex.
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⠀ “ no shit someone said something to me. ” a huff, picking at chipped nail polish. ⠀
“Did someone say something to you?” He frowns, instantly in the alert.
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⠀ “ stupid, ignorant, annoying, ” the list goes on, but she stops there for now. still, she refuses to make eye contact. gaze fixes on the hand instead. ⠀
“So… what?” He carefully takes a seat, placing a hand nearby hers if she wanted it.
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⠀ because you’re fruity, magnus. ⠀
I don’t know what fruit’s got to do with dressing up like me
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⠀ she should’ve known that wasnt going to work in her favor. cue a harsh sigh. “ some people are just 𝘴o— ” cutting herself off, biting back harsh words. she doesnt want to get too upset in front of him. ⠀
“It doesn’t seem like nonsense.” He inches even closer, stubbornness winning out for the moment. “I want to know.”
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⠀ “ i 𝘤an, magnus. ” its unfortunate how part of her actually wishes to indulge. “ its totally nonsensical anyway. ” she murmurs. ⠀
“Alex, come on… you can’t just ice me out whenever you’re having a tough time. I’m here to support you.” He frowns, folding his arms.
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⠀ gay halloween is great because i can just dress up as magnus. he does come to mind when people say fruity edge after all. ⠀
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⠀ alex, unsurprisingly, just falls quiet. she doesnt offer any response, nor does she dare to turn around in order to face him. pure silence. ⠀
“It’s obviously not nothing. I’m not going anywhere until I help you sort this out.” He huffs, crossing his arms.
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⠀ its unfortunate, really— her intense struggle with vulnerability and controlled emotions. its incredibly hard to grasp, especially given circumstances. “ its nothing, magnus. ” ⠀
He frowns deeply, stepping further into the room. He’d known her long enough now to know something was up. “Come on… talk to me about it.”
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⠀ brows furrowing, suddenly very alert of surroundings. not bothering to stand from where she’s laid on her bed, back facing the door. “ im fine ! ” called back out with 𝘸ay more snark than usual. ⠀
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⠀ picking at her nails. something is clearly bothering her. ⠀
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⠀ personally i think its totally okay to throw clay at people if they deserve it ⠀
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⠀ “ you forget im armed with damp clay and a dream. ” always willing to tease right back. for a long moment, her gaze fixes back on the ceiling .. then she stands in one swift movement. + ⠀
⠀ " right, how could i have implied the opposite. my apologies, your honor. " dark eyes roll with the light tease, catching the clay before it could travel any further than planned ; starting to make .. whatever very poorly crafted ( c. )
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⠀ eyeing the .. whatever magnus is creating, alex bites back her internal comment about it being akin to a very sad excuse of a snowman. gods bless him. ⠀
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⠀ brows both raise to amplify expression of dramatics, unbothered herself by the stuck pieces awaiting to fall. she catches one in her left hand, tossing it backwards towards the rest of her supply. + ⠀
⠀ ⠀a hand reaches up to tend to the very minor injury beneath his hair, groaning slightly with eyes squeezing shut.. " yeah, and i'm pretty sure no assault by .. " looking up at the ceiling, seeing the clay brings very little surprise c. )
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⠀ “ gods forbid a girl finds a way to healthily take out her irritation. ” faux snark taints tone, forever able to make any statement sound dramatic. its a talent, really. ⠀
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