[the short response -- is a better response than he usually gets, really. he doesn't want pity or sympathy. he just wants to be himself]
It's usually a bunch of trouble, but it's not so bad.
[and he falls into quiet when she does, grey eyes scanning wide at the path around them, sometimes lit, sometimes pitch dark. Magnus is Dead, but he is not a death demigod (he's a life demigod, if we're getting technical), and the more turns they make, the less he understands his surroundings, the more his pulse starts to spike]
[he starts to ramble, because that's how Magnus Chase rolls, when he's feeling nervous]
Um. I did know, already. About other pantheons. It sort of even runs in my extended surviving family. My cousin's a daughter of Athena, from uh, your side of the spiritual universe. She'd probably have told me not to follow goddesses into the dark or drink underage, because she's smarter than me. But you seem okay. Better than the goddess running the show where I come from.
[Magnus isn't walking like he owns the place, stumbles over something in the dark, hisses as he cuts his knee on an edge of -- a door hinge, with no door? great -- and suddenly, he's lighting up a bit, gold and subtle at the edges. he's healing, if she can sense that, in a small way. his blond hair stays lit longer than the rest of him]
I'm glad I can't get tetanus. Um, are we nearly there?
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It's usually a bunch of trouble, but it's not so bad.
[and he falls into quiet when she does, grey eyes scanning wide at the path around them, sometimes lit, sometimes pitch dark. Magnus is Dead, but he is not a death demigod (he's a life demigod, if we're getting technical), and the more turns they make, the less he understands his surroundings, the more his pulse starts to spike]
[he starts to ramble, because that's how Magnus Chase rolls, when he's feeling nervous]
Um. I did know, already. About other pantheons. It sort of even runs in my extended surviving family. My cousin's a daughter of Athena, from uh, your side of the spiritual universe. She'd probably have told me not to follow goddesses into the dark or drink underage, because she's smarter than me. But you seem okay. Better than the goddess running the show where I come from.
[Magnus isn't walking like he owns the place, stumbles over something in the dark, hisses as he cuts his knee on an edge of -- a door hinge, with no door? great -- and suddenly, he's lighting up a bit, gold and subtle at the edges. he's healing, if she can sense that, in a small way. his blond hair stays lit longer than the rest of him]
I'm glad I can't get tetanus. Um, are we nearly there?