that was a figure he knew; and a figure he knew vaguely well. it was mostly the tuft of hair sticking right up that made him question why this person was wandering around – so he squinted, trying to focus all of his energy into recognizing the figure, when his mouth did the work for him. “bejamin!” oh, that was louder than it was supposed to be. he moved a little closer and motioned his friend to him. “what the heck are you doing up?” said the person who was also up.

it shouldn’t have been a surprise. magnus and luz both had a strange, other-worldly aura to them, like they had this vast accessible knowledge they didn’t let onto. damian wouldn’t have even noticed if it weren’t for this particular language-switch being arabic. it was one of the handful damian had taught himself, and the fact that he was talking to a strange, hooded figure. in daylight. weird. damian hung back behind a bookshelf, watching the whole exchange, before slowly creeping up with a soft, “madha..?” 

{ sms : vinnie binnie } wait, aren’t you just a writer? why are you all dressed up??