[ magnus lets the flame slither its ways up his arm for a few more moments before he snaps and the flame is gone. his skin is unmarred and the only evidence that anything had been going on was the faint smell of smoke, the scent his magic tended to carry. ]
For nearly four hundred years now.
[ it had taken awhile but he'd come to terms with what he was and now he was proud of it, proud of what he'd overcome and how far he'd ascended. ]
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For nearly four hundred years now.
[ it had taken awhile but he'd come to terms with what he was and now he was proud of it, proud of what he'd overcome and how far he'd ascended. ]
Magnus Bane. High Warlock of Brooklyn.