#rarestsilver

Marcus took pride in his training. His use of a sword had been herald near and far for it’s prowess. He’d won tourneys and competitions based on his skills for his castle and home many times. Not that he really cared about winning. He liked to fight and compete. The winning was just the perk. And as his father always said, the one good piece of advice the bastard ever gave him, ‘if you must fight. you must win.’

The knight swung his sword around his head and down, sending his opponent to his knees at the force. Poor lad clearly shaken than by more than just the blow.

“If you’re going to spend the whole day with the dirt, I might as well find a new squire and reassign you to the maids staff.” He berated.

The young man then bolted up, but it clearly wasn’t from his words that got him to his feet so quick. He was looking right through him. Marcus turned to look over his shoulder, resting his sword on the opposite one, as he saw their prince arrive on the training field.

“Your Grace,” the knight drawled with a smirk as he approached, “is there something we can be of assistance with?”

which one, the bi thing or the little blue thing? IDK right now I think their plot is about acceptance of everything bad about each other. It’ll bind them together strongly. I mean what Magnus went through was like being violated.. Alec’s response was perfect, he didn’t want to invade Magnus’ space. TBH I just love seeing them be normal and loving and accepting.

Idk, I think she’s very much at war with herself - her life before she learned the vulcan control (though never as effectively as a true vulcan) was painful and she probably fights against that as much as she can, but moments of her humanity are inevitable, like when she’s enjoying herself in the suit etc.

    soulmates were a wonderful thing , at least magnus thought so , because even though he had lived for centuries , he hadn‘t met his once. hell , he probably didn‘t even think he would ever met the person that was meant for him and it was known that a lot warlocks probably will never find their person. so magnus didn‘t try to , though , but he couldn‘t help but let his mind slip to those days , where he‘d be havinghis soulmate with him. and it always like a sting to his heart , whenever he thought about it.

so when clarissa fairchild desired her memories , the warlock already had caught the nephilims eyes , already put his eyes on him , because damn hell , the other was indeed one attractive nephilim. he had met a few , but not a lot were this hot. And as soon as their hands touch , magnus could feel how his skin burnt, how his skin tingled under the touch and he must have looked as surpirsed at the other , but he could play it off , as the disaster happened.

after that magnus had tried to win over the other‘s heart and try to convince him to be with him , but once he had choosen lydia , he almost given up on it. maybe a soulmate wasn‘t for someone who was mortal anyway. maybe he wasn‘t suppose to find true love , until he got convinced to crash the wedding and he did. giving them a second chance and as alec walked over to him and crashed their lips together , magnus could feel the same tingly sensation under his skin , the first time they touched.

sebastard? lol. verlacking,