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“Good lord.”
Aaron perked up from his laptop, looking back at Call. He’d been working on some essay on desert fire elementals while Call took a nap on his bed. “What’s up?”
Call rubbed his eyes and sat up. “I had like, the weirdest dream. You were a zombie for like half of it.” He paused and scrunched his nose in concentration. Aaron waited calmly until he continued, “But not like a real zombie, trying to get at my brains or some shit. Just like. Dead and then alive again.”
“Riveting,” Aaron said derisively.
Call aimed a quick gust of air magic at Aaron’s ear, which he easily dodged. “Smartass. It was kind of interesting. I think chaos magic was involved?”
“Chaos magic is a myth, Call. It’s what medieval mages called--”
“I know that, idiot, spare me the history lesson.” Call flopped back down onto the pillows with a huff. “Dreams can have myths in ‘em. Comes with the whole ‘not real, in your head’ thing.”
Aaron’s eyes softened, and he scooted his chair over to the bed next to Call’s head. “I know,” he said, and planted a quick kiss on Call’s forehead. “I just found it kinda funny. Imagine if chaos magic was real.”
Call, mollified by the attention, snorted. “Way too OP. That would suck for other mages. Imagine trying to shoot some fireballs at someone only to have ‘em sucked into a bottomless void. Then be sucked yourself into a bottomless void.”
“Some people would enjoy getting s--” Aaron started, only to be cut off by a mouthful of pillow.
“ EW, GOD, SHUT UP, I HATE IT WHEN YOU SAY SHIT LIKE THAT, IT’S SO WEIRD --”