ordinary

[magnus]

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

It was not really Magnus’ style to intrude onto a conversation well on its way, but he had been walking into the field when he picked up on the stray ends of it. Bristling at the stallion’s tone, he walked over, gold-flecked eyes flashing and scarred mouth pulled tight. His black-tipped ears laid back against his skull as he listened to Lupei, before snarling darkly at Daey, “That’s no way to talk to a lady.” His gaze wandered to Yael, and he nodded almost imperceptibly, before turning back and laughing, steel running underneath the sound of it. “Let alone a lady who could turn you inside out without batting an eyelash.”

His head tilts to the side a little as he considers the albino, voice lowering, “Perhaps, we should let her decide who is needed and not needed." Straightening and tucking his golden eagle wings into his sides, he turned his attention to the mare in question, expression softening. “Most field encounters are not as,” he paused, searching for the word, “loud as this one.” One corner of his scarred mouth rose into a crooked grin, and he shook his head, sending the inkiness of his mane flopping over his neck. “I apologize.”

He did not like when his anger flared, did not like when the darkness within him became apparent in the edges. He much preferred to gloss over it. There was no need for others to see his sin so clearly. “My name is Magnus,” and then because it seemed appropriate, “from the Gates.” Despite the fact that it was his preferred name of the kingdom, he omitted Heaven from his introduction. He did not feel much like he was Heaven right now—not when he was busy glowering at Daey, body tense with anger.

MAGNUS

once general. once lord. once king.