the glass candles are burning; any

[magnus]

you and I both know that the house is haunted
and you and I both know that the ghost is me

With summer just beginning to kiss the Gates, it was surprising to feel the chill in the air—even more surprising when he sees its source. Tilting his handsome head, he watched as the mare walked beyond the border, every line of her body drawn up with the sorrow of her past. He understood the depth of that pain; hell, he had lived it after all. If anyone was going to understand just how difficult it was to swallow your past, it was him. He knew just how easy it was to let the traumas of yesterday swallow you whole.

In the same breath, he knew how you could overcome it.
Perhaps Wayra’s stay here wouldn’t be for nothing after all.

Making his way to the pair, he nodded toward them both. Wichita was, for the most part, an unknown to him, although he had seen her briefly at a few of the kingdom’s meetings. She seemed kind though, and for that he was grateful. Heaven could use all the kind souls it could find. By listening in (eavesdropping would be the correct term), he had gathered enough to understand the situation, and so he just gives a kind smile to Wayra. “Hello there,” just because his heart sometimes sung with the darker desires of stealing and challenges, it did not mean he didn’t empathize with the inconvenience of it, “My name is Magnus.”

MAGNUS

once general. once lord. once king.