✨ video; oo1. un: pandemonium

[coyandcryptic]

[The video opens on Magnus, hair a little more mussed than usual, eyeliner in place but smudged, clearly working hard and distracted.]

Hello, everyone, I am Magnus Bane, and I have something of a dilemma.

[The camera swings around to a table with a small cauldron on it, a set of brass scales, and several small bottles and jars, most of them empty. Magnus appears again, keeping the bookshelf in view over his shoulder.]

Of course I brought my spellbook with me, and my brewing equipment—never trust a cauldron you haven't seasoned yourself—but where might one go to buy potion ingredients? I'm low on… [He looks over his shoulder, assessing the supplies he's brought with him.] ...saffron threads, vampire hair, grave dirt, lavender...well, everything. Space was at a premium and I'm afraid I couldn't bring my inventory with me.

[The phone comes with Magnus, floats with Magnus on a cloud of blue smoke, as he walks away from his brewing headquarters, and now in the background can be seen half-unpacked boxes, the walls hung with sweeping red and blue silks. There's stuff everywhere, far too much for the apartment's size, but the image steadies as Magnus turns again, sweeping out his arms.] I only need the basics for now. And if you need something, do let me know. No love potions, but I conjure up a wicked energy booster for mornings after. Or nights before.

[With a wink, Magnus snaps his fingers and the video ends in a colorful shimmer of light before the screen goes black.]

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[coyandcryptic]

[Something uncurls in him when he hears Alec promise to come over tomorrow. That's probably a sign in itself, but he still thinks he's doing the right thing by trying to keep his distance.

A small voice in the back of his mind points out how lucky he is that Alexander has the patience of a saint. Or an angel. He's lucky that when he finally gets his act together, he'll have Alec to come back to.]

Oh, I doubt it will be. Most cities are fine, it's more of a habit than anything, but it never feels like home until I've tried it. There's an archery range here?

[It feels like small talk, and that's wrong on several levels.]

[risers]

[ similarly to how he takes to seeing his bow and quiver, alec brightens. it's not intentional, either; speaking about something he has been so passionate about for years has always illuminated his face. he oftentimes feels like he's young again, a kid who was training to become a shadowhunter, who defined himself by the bow in his hand and the runes on his neck and arms. ]

[ his expression only brightens as it's with magnus. ]

Yeah. It's pretty good, too. Nothing like the Shadowhunters', but the mundanes do a good job. [ dismissive of mundanes until the very end. playing it off like it's not a big deal: always. ] It's the only good thing about this place. [ the corners of his lips curve upward. ] Besides the lavender.