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[magnus]

Magnus glows with the summer sun.

It had been a slow change—like the seeping of immortality into his veins. At first, it had been an injection of health, that new flood of strength. It had felt similar to his immortality in that his body felt the same and yet more. He had simply understood it better, knew that his limits had been stretched further. Then it had been the warmth, the way the sun melted into his bones and never left, leaving him with that afternoon afterglow, carrying it within him. And, finally, it had been the faint glow of the fading sun.

It never faded with him though. It merely carried on.

Still, he feels the same and he doesn’t think about how others may not accept it as easily as he had. (A lot easier than the short-lived, ill-fated turn with wings upon his back.) He feels a rush of joy as she twines around him, letting him join into her dance without pausing, without missing a beat. He doesn’t pause or question it but instead just continues the rhythm with her, slipping into the tide of her easily.

When they finally do slow, he exhales as she rushes into him, as he draws her close. He buries into the curls of her mane, soaking her in before releasing her once more. At her jest, he just grins. How was he to know that one day he would carry the Tephran sun in his chest? But such joy fades slightly at the searching look in her eyes, the one that he cannot answer—the one that he can only meet with failure.

After all, it has been years since he has seen their beautiful daughter.

Years that have weighed heavily on him.

But she doesn’t drag the conversation further down, and he is content to keep it bubbly—for now. He just grins his crooked smile. “I have been busy,” he stretches, rolling his shoulders. “But I’m afraid for all of the juicy gossip simmering around Beqanna, I know little of it. I am dense in such matters.”

Another flash of white against the ink of his muzzle.

“What of you, Jude? Where have you been hiding that pretty face?”

MAGNUS | I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name

@[peregrine jude]