Behave yourself little Darling ( Magnus, Johnathen, Any)

[magnus]

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

The sun shifts in the sky as the conversation continues, and Magnus relaxes slightly, tail flicking lazily at his sides, the edges of it stinging slightly as it hit flesh. “I’m glad to know you are making some friends,” he says with a smile, although he would always wish that the Gates was full of more souls for her to meet. It was growing—steadily, slowly, bubbling up with activity that pleased him—but it wasn’t fast enough. And, if he was being honest, they needed more fighters. He wanted to keep it a haven for souls like Becca, but do to that, he needed warriors who would be willing to shield them from whatever may come.

“As a matter of fact, there have been several new souls calling Heaven home,” he starts, but is interrupted when the colt barrels back toward them, eyes bright with his adventure. Magnus laughs, the sound deep and rich, and just shrugs his shoulders. Glancing back at Becca, he smiles. “Amorette happens to be one of those new souls.” He grins down at Johnathen, “She is indeed nice. She happens to be my daughter.” Not the daughter of his blood, but one that he had adopted all the same. The rest was semantics.

“She and the rest of her family recently came to the Gates.” He doesn’t dive into the back story of their family—the way that they came to the kingdom fleeing from an abusive herd stallion. It wasn’t his story to tell. “I am sure that you will see the group of them around soon enough.” Looking down toward the colt, he smiles again. “I am sure that she will be back soon and then you will be able to play tag again.”

MAGNUS

once general. once lord. once king.