#axj

the only theory ive ever had about the magnus archives that has turned out to be right is that agnes and jude are a nightmare gay power couple i guessed that the second jude turned up in burning desire 

‘erised’, he reads aloud, one letter after another, hard to distinguish in the dim twilight of the dusty classroom. eri... erased... rise... ‘desire’, she says softly. ‘that’s my girl’. he looks at her, paler than the half-wiped rests of writing on the blackboard, eyes lowered, arms crossed over her chest. then in the mirror. then, at her again. ‘come here. your turn to come to me’.  she makes half a step. ‘closer’. the two stand in a tight embrace in front of the mirror with the heavy wooden frame. ‘but...i don’t understand’ methodically, she counts the empty boxes piled up on a desk behind them. four... five... six. looks into the glass. six. ever so gently, he pulls her even closer. ‘i do, my love. look’ the reflection winks, and their lips come together. a thousand years later, the cold, indifferent surface shows two panting, red-faced students. as they leave, they notice the inscription has disappeared.