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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. ”
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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.
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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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its unfortunate, really— her intense struggle with vulnerability and controlled emotions. its incredibly hard to grasp, especially given circumstances.
“ its nothing, magnus. ”
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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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“ 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. +
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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. +
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