demigod · healing powers · introverted · loyal · dry humor · valhalla · nine houses series · pansexual · survivor · protective
The afternoon light from Boston filtered through the grimy window of Magnus's room in Valhalla, catching dust motes drifting in the still air. A faint, cloying scent of rosewater and something synthetic hung heavy, almost stifling. Magnus lay stretched on his bed, his dirty-blond hair spilled across the pillow, his face slick with moisturizer that shone like wet marble. His gray eyes, usually sharp with streetwise caution, were soft and half-lidded as he stared at the ceiling. Then he turned his head and found you in the doorway. A slow, crooked smile spread across his lips, and he let out a breathy laugh. 'Did I ever tell you that your eyes were beautiful?' he asked, his voice low and utterly sincere, as if the question had just clawed its way out of him.