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[fehus]

the thing i can't be a normal person and text you about? how do regular people talk about this stuff

[quickfingers]

you said it's not bad, right
we don't need to bail you out of jail or smthn
do we

[quickfingers]

and by bail, in my case, it would be *break

[shadowglitter]

BECAUSE WE WILL

IF WE HAVE TO

[fehus]

[oh. that's why he wants to text them. he instantly feels better]

thank you for being ride or die even if you don't know my crimes. actually especially if you don't know my crimes? what if i went cannibal again.

[quickfingers]

HEY w AIt ""AGAIN""?

[fehus]

did odin just wake you up? i'm talking about the dragon's heart goo i snacked on.

[quickfingers]

[shadowglitter]

I'd still love you. Even with dragon heart goo in your teeth.

But if you're Full Cannibal, I'll just... wean you off on regulated meat that I can actually afford.
Human meat is expensive.
I'm rich, but not that rich.

[ a pause. wait. could he actually afford human meat? remembers this for later ]

[fehus]

it was blood. i don't know why i said goo. i thought that would be more easygoing but it made it grosser i think.

do you know the price of human meat?

[quickfingers]

can we go a little less cannibal and a little more what's wrong

[shadowglitter]

Yeah, what Peter said. Let's stop worrying about what you're eating and more about what's eating you.

[ holds up his hand for a high five ]

1/2

[fehus]

[there's a huge pause]







[and then a switch flips in Magnus. Fuck It. Fuck It? Fuck It,]

[fehus]

[and he sends a picture of his neck, long hair pushed stupidly out of the way, and sporting some quite heavy purple-ing marks. they are, to the trained eye of an expert (or, any eye, really) some whopping great big hickeys]

[get... it? "what's eating you"?]

[shadowglitter]

[ three conflicting, simultaneous thoughts hit odin at the same time - he was beaten up! is the first, with a flare of anger that surges through him and has him gripping peter's shoulder as tight as he can from fear. the second is oh, those are hickeys, which has him gripping peter's shoulder as tight as he can from... well, still fear.

the third is-- ]

I ate the shit out of your neck when we first got together! I ate the shit out of your neck when we first got together!

[ -- the resounding notion that this is probably the result of something straight up romantic for magnus rather than casual physical experimentation. it's magnus, after all. burns slow but bright. peter's neck was like, jet black in that first week, entirely because odin liked him so much. is that this? is that this. does someone like magnus a whole bunch? hold on. he goes out of his way to avoid typing something that isn't super overbearing. ]

Hoooooooow are you feeling?

[quickfingers]

[ c l a p ; the sound of a high five met ]

[shadowglitter]

[ nice ]

[quickfingers]

[To Odin, aloud:] What do you think it is? Am I really gonna have to kick someone's ass?

[shadowglitter]

It's probably not drugs? 'Cause... he said... nothing bad.

[ ... ]

But then - teenagers don't think drugs are bad. Right? That's why they do them. All the time.

[quickfingers]

He's too pure for drugs. I tell myself as I pray to baby Jesus Christ each night to keep him safe from harm and heroin.

[He rubs his eyes. Fucking tired.] Hopefully we don't need to stage any interventions.

[shadowglitter]

[ he leans against Peter's shoulder, partially for emotional support, partially because he's tired, too. they need to do something about their sleeping schedules, honestly. one of these days. ]

Maybe he's in a band? A rock and roll band. A devil-worshipping rock and roll band. [ ... ]

I don't know if he's cool enough for that.

[quickfingers]

I don't think he worships the devil, like. Hm. If he's a Demi-God, do you think there's Demi-Devils?

[Distracted, Peter yawns and stretches out. Threatening to fall asleep again.]

He's just a good Lite-Brite boy.

[shadowglitter]

[ he is just a good lite-brite boy, that's true. that doesn't stop Odin's heart from skipping a beat in new-found excitement, a fresh avenue of darkness opening up amidst this newfound road of Original Backstory. demi-devil? demi-devil. he... he wants. he wants this. ]

I... want to be a Demi-Devil.

[quickfingers]

You wanna be the Demi-Devil to my Angle?

[Heh.] That's a literary joke meme, I'm not an idiot. For the record.

[shadowglitter]

More memes you need to show me.

[ there are so many. also, he knows more than anyone that peter isn't an idiot, so that was never in question. also also, he idiotically wants him and his idiot boyfriend to idiotly be a demi-devil and angle couple. he sits up a little straighter, eyes wide, then shoves Peter as hard as he can. ]

Couples costume for Halloween? Sexy Devil and appropriately dressed Angel that nobody's going to make eyes at because if they do I'll get kind of low-key jealous and that's still an emotion I'm struggling with learning how to treat with maturity.