[open] Gave away the things you loved, and one of them was me; any

[magnus]

I wanna give you wild love, the kind that never slows down
I wanna take you high up let our hearts be the only sound

His hours in the fields have grown longer over the past few weeks, the often empty land beginning to teem with life and possibility. It makes his days longer, the sun beginning to set as he makes his way back to Tephra each night. He doesn’t mind it though—would never mind the hours spent helping seeking souls looking for a home or purpose or a second chance. It’s a responsibility he doesn’t take lightly.

This chance to guide others home.

While he always hopes that it will be to Tephra, he knows better than to think that Tephra is right for everyone. It’s why he takes his time getting to know the souls he encounters here, why he tries to be so honest in how he describes his home. It does him no good to lie or deceive. If they were not a good fit then they wouldn’t be happy and would leave soon eventually, regardless of their choice to come initially.

Of course, if he knew of her initial interaction with his home, he may have hesitated to go up to her. He may have brushed it off as a bad fit from the start, but he doesn’t know such things and thus he does what he always does: he walks up to greet her. His handsome face is open and warm, and he makes sure to stop several feet away to give her a respectful berth. It was always important to him to give others their space but never more so than during this season when so many have such reason to grow increasingly tense.

Still, he gives her a crooked smile, lacerated lips curving upward and dips his head in greeting.

“Hello there. My name is Magnus.”

He is quiet for a second, gold-flecked eyes studying her quietly, before he follows it up with a question:

“What brings you to the field today?”

Perhaps an obvious question, but he has yet to hear the same answer twice and thus he asks regardless.

I wanna go where the lights burn low and you're only mine