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"Would you rather hurry off and marry or be patient and watch someone slowly but surely fall in love with you?"
Magnus asks the question then turns to face Ragnor. "Not that I have either choice. Alexander hates me."
Ragnor giggles, somehow finding this new found lovesick nature of his oldest pal charming and curious and even a little bit envious. "That's all in your head, Magnus."
Magnus sighs, the reluctant chill of autumn fill his nostrils and he shivers at the reunion of fall.
He has fallen,
yet again.
One day, the trees are green and the sun sets late then blink and it's leaves abandoning trees in all sorts of shades and fashion and it's cold and Magnus wants a hug and all he can think of is Alec, staring down on him with bejewelled eyes and an entire demeanour screaming, hug me... but don't let the rest of the world see.
Magnus inhales deeply. The year went by so swiftly, faster than a thousand incense sticks burning.
He had loved and loved Alexander so much that even the seasons got fed up.
"You ask all that but are you really thinking of asking that Alec to marry you when you two haven't even said a word of civilised, hello?"
Magnus chuckles, this boyish shriek that makes Ragnor squirms . "Is it that bad?" Magnus asks, his big whole doll eyes warm with nothing but love and dare. "Do I have to?"
"I'm afraid so." Ragnor takes a long contemplative draw of his cigar, releases puffs in circles and watches them disappear in thin air. "I might be old-fashioned but I think that's how it works even now."
Magnus looks at him. The outer rim of his eyes glittery, "I am going to ask him to marry me."
"Without even saying hello?"
Magnus nods, "Yes, I want him to reject me so I can move on."
The October wind prances and outs Ragnor's cigar. "Well, people do get lonely in winter."
.
"What?"
"I want you to marry me."
"What?"
"Yes, shocking, I know but yeah, I want you to marry me."
Alec looks Magnus up and down, zooming in on his glittering eyes and broad shoulders and most amicable demeanour. "And what if I say no?"
"Then so be it," Magnus answers, smiling at the whole ridiculousness of the situation, anyhow. "So, is that a no?"
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Ok."
"Ok, what exactly?"
Alec does the thing they only do in fairy tales and Magnus himself, the wizard of it all, can't believe his ears. "Yes, to what exactly?"
"I'll marry you, Magnus."
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magnus x alec 