Alec was on his phone as he queued for coffee that cold February morning in his favorite cafe. Only stepping forward as the feet behind his screen moved away. He glanced up at the menu, despite ordering the same thing everyday for the last year. Halfway through another ridiculous buzz feed quiz, a lilting voice, dripping sass, asked him the most important question this early in the morning.
“What can I get you?“
Alec rattled off Izzy’s insane drink order and his simple large, black coffee.
“Hmm, tall, dark and bitter? Just how I like them.“
Alec’s head shot up, finally making eye contact with the barista. Well, he tried to but was immediately distracted by the man’s skull makeup. Smokey sockets surrounded deep brown eyes, highlighting the twinkle that Alec was certain must be pretty much permanent, black lips complete with heart-shaped dimples made the guys teeth look bright and sharp.
With a delicate eyebrow raised, the man smirked and Alec’s mouth went dry.
“Name?“
“Huh?” Alec replied eloquently.
“For the cup?“
“Oh! Alec.” He searched for a tag, finding ‘Magnus’ embroidered onto his apron.
“Thank you, Alec. The…elaborate one might take a minute, have a seat.” He handed off the labeled cups to his younger colleague and gestured to the counter space nearest him. Alec slid onto the stool and watched Magnus’ hands as he busied himself nearby, wiping down the counter and rearranging things needlessly. It was when he drifted close to him for the third time that Alec cleared his throat.
“So, what’s with the-” He waved his finger around his own face and Magnus frowned before he seemed to remember that he had a full face of makeup.
“It’s Halloween!” He flung his arms wide to gesticulated flamboyantly, complete with a small bow.
Alec knew he was staring but he couldn’t help but be fascinated by this ridiculous man. He cleared his throat. “Bit late, isn’t it?“
"It’s never too late for Halloween.” Magnus drawled with a wink and Alec had to admit the man had a point.
“You new?” Alec blurted out. “I mean, I haven’t seen you. I’d have noticed…I mean.” God, he was a moron.
“You’d have noticed, huh?” That damned smirk again made Alec’s face grow warm and he knew he was blushing, his ears were probably glowing by now. “I just moved here.”
Alec thanked whoever was watching that his idiocy was interrupted by his name being called. Before he could move, Magnus had dashed to the pick up area to intercept his cups for a moment then he leaned on the bar holding his out with a shy smile.
“Thank you for stopping by. Come again soon.”
Alec stuttered a thank you and proceeded to stumble off his stool. Face hot, he left clutching his drinks. He looked back for a moment to see Magnus give him a dainty wave as he watched him leave.
It wasn’t until Izzy hit him with a barrage of questions about who he had met, that he noticed, with a smile, the phone number scrawled along the side of his cup.
“There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe… and you.”
— Beau Taplin
“While I am enjoying this exchange of pleasantries,“ Gabriel said, seeing that Henry was about to respond, "there do remain a few - central - questions about this invention.” Henry looked at him blankly. “Such as what?” “I believe, Henry, that he is inquiring whether this…doorway-” Charlotte began. “We’ve called it a Portal,” said Henry. The capitalization of the word was very clear in his tone. “Whether it works,” Charlotte finished. “Have you tried it?” Henry looked stricken. “Well, no. There hasn’t been time. But I assure you, our calculations are faultless.” Everyone but Henry and Magnus looked at the Portal with refreshed alarm. “Henry…,” Charlotte began. “Well, I think Henry and Magnus should go first,” Gabriel said. “They invented the blasted thing.” Everyone turned on him. “It’s like he’s replaced Will,” said Ggideon, eyebrows up. “They say all the same sort of things.”
— Gabriel Lightwood, Henry Branwell, Charlotte Fairchild and Gideon Lightwood (Clockwork Princess)
To the one person who still didn't understand,
AN A MINUS IS NOT A BAD GRADE. AND WE ARE ALL AWARE OF THAT.
The kids who are talking about their problems here are LITERALLY gifted or topper kids.
The problem is with expectations. They're not saying that the A minus itself shattered them. They're saying the weight of all the standards and expectations are heavy as is, and that A minus breaks their back.
Teachers expect from us to push ourselves us to do our best. Our parents support us and send us to school to study and do our best. Our classmates and friends help us when in doubt. That's the supposed norm.
But there are people out there who have more expectations hanging off of them. Whose teachers expect them to understand more than they teach, whose parents do not seem to understand how a kid who scored well in 1st grade isnt doing so well in 10th grade, whose classmates congratulate themselves when they do better than them.
Now is it clearer?
There Is One In Each Classroom
It is foolish to assume man has only one personality, and the sooner one realizes this, the better.
- Elf Monarch
one good thing about december on this hellsite is that this gif will be making its rounds again
And the whole damn medieval knight lifestyle.
for this holiday season i’m asking for old books and a sword
Thank you @thefireinmyvoice
Merthur + Friend
CAMELOT but it’s 2020.