Who: Michael Glass and Magnus Bane What: Trying to work a temporary way out of his house for him When: Recently Where: The Glass Beach House Rating/Warnings: Pretty tame really. Michael is a little mopey about being stuck inside all the time. Status:Complete when posted
Michael had finally broken down and reached out to Amycus to see if his PR agent knew anyone who might be able to help him get out of the house for at least a few hours. He knew that the dark haired man had magic and after some trial and error they’d discovered that Amycus couldn’t do anything about his condition but Amycus had suggested another magic user in the area - Magnus Bane. A name that had been mentioned to him by Simon over the net so he’d known somebody who could help get him in touch with the man. It had taken a few days but they’d finally managed to come up with a time that worked for both of them for the man to come by the beach house. He heard a knock on the door and closed his piano, closing the notebook he’d been writing lyrics on as he went to answer the door, grateful that sunset had come on time for once and not late.
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Magnus wasn’t exactly sure if he would be able to help Michael, but he wanted to at least try. After all, what was the point of having magic if you didn’t use it to try and help others? He enjoyed helping others when he could and unlike in the dreams, Magnus didn’t charge people in the waking world. He didn’t need to.
He’d heard about Michael from Amycus and had set up a time to come see the young man. Reaching the house, Magnus knocked at the door, wondering exactly what he was going to be walking into.
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Michael went to answer the door, checking to make sure that he was all there still, a habit that had become more or less ingrained in him since this had started. He opened it and waved the man on the other side of it in, choosing to test and see if that had crossed over from the dreams too. The house not letting people that meant him harm in since it had started letting him know when people came in. Or at least when Katou came in but that was really the only person who came over regularly.
“Magnus right?” He asked as he closed the door behind him.
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Knowing that Michael was more or less a ghost, Magnus hadn’t really known what to expect. Ghosts were a fairly common thing in his dreams and he’d seen them before, but he didn’t know what ghosts in Michael’s dreamscape were like.
As the other man answered the door though, Magnus could tell right away that he was corporeal, which would likely make this whole thing easier, “Correct. And you’re Michael, I presume?”
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“The one and only according to my label. They’re hoping to get us back out performing soon. I don’t think they completely buy me wanting to take a break to focus on writing and recording after being on tour so long but they’re being patient right now. The other guys in the band - think I got in some trouble and Amycus covered it up and got me on house arrest with the courts.” Michael said, leading the way further into the house. “Not sure whether it’s good or bad that they think my PR agent is that powerful.” He said turning back with a half smile.
“Want a drink or anything?”
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Magnus hadn’t expected the run down on Michael so soon, but it helped to know something about him, “And how long have you been on house arrest?” Because no matter how they looked at it that was what it was, even if it wasn’t court appointed. Magnus couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be trapped inside, unable to go out and have fun and be around other people.
“No thank you.”
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“Since Valentine’s Day. My boyfriend and I woke up to find that I didn’t have a body anymore. Not during the day anyway. I think I can safely say it was the shittiest gift the dreams could have given me that day.” Michael said, sitting down on one of the kitchen stools around the bar counter that formed the island. “I was hoping that since the Dreams caused this that the solution to it would come from them but...no luck yet and I’m getting a bit sick of the same view all the time. Especially when I can’t actually go out and enjoy the ocean that’s right outside my backdoor basically.” How much he’d always enjoyed the beach was a huge part of why they’d kept this house even after Sam died.
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Magnus couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be stuck inside like Michael was. “This place has a very strange sense of humor, that’s for sure.” Ever since he had heard about Michael’s predicament, he had been trying to figure out what he could do for him. In his dreams ghosts were ghosts and there wasn’t any way to bring them back, but this was a little different. “So, I want to make it clear that whatever I do won’t be permanent. Even I’m not that good.” Even if he liked to think that he was the best.
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“At this point I’d settle for one night that I could step outside. Getting to go out for a night with my boyfriend to a club or something would be great but - I’m trying not to get my hopes up too much. Performing...probably is way out there for a while.” Michael told him, the actual pain of not being able to perform obvious in his voice. He missed that rush of being on stage more than he’d thought possible. “So I can live with not permanent. I just want to be able to step outside without being forced to cross over or whatever. At least once.”
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Magnus could completely understand Michael’s want to go out with his boyfriend, because he couldn’t imagine being stuck inside and never being able to take Alec out. Sure, he didn’t mind being home with Alec, but being able to go out as well was certainly a perk. “Alright. Let me see what I can do.” He set down the bag he’d brought with him and removed the Book of the White from it, opening it to a page he’d marked.