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I hope to
arrive to my death
late,
in love,
and a little drunk.
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Magnus jumped out of his sleep at the sound of the door rattling, his ears keen and his eyes brightening in the dark.
Then he just groaned, slipped on his slippers and got out of bed.
"Wrong door", he drawled half sleepily and exasperated looking at the intoxicated man, Alec— Alexander, his supposed neighbour. "How many more Fridays do I have to tell you this?"
Alec looked at him as if confused and annoyed. "You're in my apartment again", he replied, his eyes hazy as he swayed from one leg to the next. "I'm really going to call the cops".
Magnus breathed in deeply checking the clock on the wall before him. It's after 3am. Once again, he'd lose sleep because of this drunkard. "You're one floor up", he pointed but Alec was looking at him rather than where his finger was showing so he asked done and exhausted, "how many more times do I have to tell you that?"
But Alec just stared at him— he stared and stared while swaying from side to side, his work tie loose around his neck and his work jacket tied around his waist and he stared some more at Magnus. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"
"As a matter of fact, yes" Magnus sighed again, slid on a jacket and searched for Alec's keys in his pockets. "This is the last time I'm bringing you to your apartment".
Alec laughed, a boyish giggle. "That tickles" he squirmed around as Magnus searched for the keys. "But why do you need a key when my apartment is already open?"
Magnus ignored him, found the keys and led Alec upstairs to his own door.
Really,
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" Alec repeated as Magnus opened his door and carried him in like he's been doing every Friday night these past couple of months.
When they got to the bedroom that Magnus had come to know the way to like his own, he pulled off Alec's shoes, undressed him of his jacket and tie and everything down to his underwear and half pushed/tucked him under the blanket, "As a matter of fact, yes" Magnus answered again. "Every Friday since you moved in", but by then Alec had already ditched the night/early morning in sleep and hadn't heard him.
The next day,
or rather, a couple of hours later —as always— they passed each other on the stairs like true strangers who've never met.
Magnus balled his fist, seething.
Perhaps,
Come next Friday, he'll bury this handsome ungrateful and forgetful drunkard in a dump.
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magnus x alec 