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“ you know for a VAMPIRE , you don’t scare me at all.  ”

‘I suppose I should congratulate you on finally becoming clan leader.’

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[Text: Raphael] Promises , Promises.

Death wasn’t an unfamiliar concept to Magnus it happened, and the world kept turning even while it seemed slightly broken after. He  had never expected for the world to stop for anyone, his mother had been one of the most loving people he had been blessed with and death had stolen her from him. His first love had been ripped from his hands as well, yes this was something he should be used to it shouldn’t rattle him to his very core the way it did. Surrounding himself with other immortal beings had been his way of feeling normal, he never had to fear losing them. Never had to fuss over the idea of them growing old, never had to fuss over the years they spent apart. He knew they would be there, that was a given every time. For many centuries he lived in the comfort that he would always have his dearest friends at his side. Even while they lived entirely separate lives, they would be connected.

  Sitting in Ragnor’s small cottage he realized just how long it had been since he had seen him, things had indeed been changed around. New paintings, new trinkets and even a couple new tea sets that had been delicately placed in a cabinet.  The sun had started to set on the second day he had spent in his old friend’s home, after Alec’s botched wedding and their first kiss he had taken leave of his own home in Brooklyn just to mourn. Out of all the people he had loved in his life, Ragnor had been a different love. His dear cabbage had been different that was for sure, he nagged at his lifestyle, at his clothes and his hair. He made fun of the way that he changed with the centuries and lived in such luxury no matter where he went. How he should have appreciated the small things and lived in a humble mindset. He could hear the older warlock even now, mocking him for his dramatic flair even while mourning. A weak laugh left his lips as he wiped his eyes, Ragnor had been the oldest friend he had the one that watched him go from some twenty year old warlock that lied about his age for new clients to a warlock that only adjusted his age to be younger.    Picking up a couple boxes he opened them, they had been charmed shut. Probably from prying eyes and thieves, pulling out a couple letters that had been passed back and forth between Catarina and Ragnor, he shook his head. Of course- the old warlock wouldn’t own a cell phone or adjust his life to the times. He would always find an excuse to use that horribly fancy and perfumed stationary.   Some letters to Magnus, some letters to Woolsey, and even a few to Catarina though he guessed she visited him a little more than the rest.  Stopping he finally pulled an envelope from the others, opening it he pulled out a folded letter along with a prayer card. That had taken him aback, neither Catarina or he practiced real religion. They had made quite the mockery of it seeing most of the larger organized religions condemned their kind. There had been only one being in their group that still actively believed in and stayed put in his roots towards religion. He had been raised that way and even in his change he would never allow it to slip away. Raphael Santiago wasn’t the cuddly type, if anything he could be just as bad as Ragnor. Mocking Magnus and his ways when he got the chance. That had been how he and the former high warlock had met and bonded, setting the card back down he frowned. Raphael had lost plenty in his life as well, but this  - this would be hard on the young vampire. 

Then Lami forgot how to spell Magnus and suddenly I - well.  W- E - L - L.