Abraxas Vex ☄ Magnus Bane (quitemagical) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-08-28 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | abraxas vex, jonathan lockwood |
Who: Abraxas Vex and Jonathan Lockwood
What: If the Shadowhunter mountain won't come to the Warlock Muhammad... Abraxas gets a new job. Whether the job wants him or not.
Where: The Agency, the hallway outside O&R
When: Monday, August 29, morning.
Warnings: Probably fairly mild. They're at work. Even Abraxas has his limits.
It wasn't as if Abraxas really believed that Jonathan was so busy at work that he could conveniently never get a drink when Abraxas tried to organize some sort of occasion to see him. He was well aware that work was simply the most convenient excuse that Jonathan had in his arsenal, which meant it was the one he was going to go to over and over again, whether it happened to be true at that point or not. No one could possibly work as much as Jonathan worked unless he was actively trying to avoid something, or someone. Abraxas imagined that Jonathan actually did find some sort of work to catch up on, when he told him that was what he was doing. It seemed like the sort of thing he'd do, to make sure he wasn't actually lying to Abraxas.
Anyone else might have taken it as a hint, and given up. Clearly Jonathan didn't want to see him, if he was willing to go to that sort of length to avoid it. Yes, Abraxas was well aware that it was borderline stalking, the way he kept trying to persuade Jonathan to change his mind and come out with him, to do anything with him. In fact, it was verging on pathetic, honestly. He was over three hundred years old, and he was chasing after a man in his twenties like he was a lovestruck teenager who didn't understand boundaries. To be fair, boundaries and Abraxas always had a shaky sort of relationship, but he didn't normally lay siege to them with this sort of persistance.
He might have given up, if it hadn't been for the fact that he was certain that Jonathan felt the same. Back after the demon attack, that first time they'd met, before they'd gotten sidetracked with the particularly tricky wards that the man who'd paid to have Abraxas's book stolen had set up with borrowed, cobbled together magic that was really more challenging to untangle than a well-cast spell, and then with gently persuading him to return the book to its rightful owner... there'd been something there, something that Abraxas couldn't quite brush aside as easily as he might have brushed aside any other sort of missed opportunity.
...on second thought, though, getting a job at Alec's place of employment was likely overkill, when it came to engineering ways to keep Jonathan from avoiding him.
It had been an impulse, applying for a job at the Agency. Or, really, not so much applying as... showing up. And refusing to leave until he got an interview. And refusing to leave that until he was promised a position. Everyone that he'd encountered had seemed entirely confused about the whole ordeal, particularly the director of his new department. Honestly, Abraxas was fairly certain that they'd given in just because it seemed like the easiest way to make it all stop. Not that it was going to work out that way for any of them, of course, since hiring him meant that they'd just have to see him more.
Or not, really, since he planned to finish any assignments he was given as quickly as possible and then go hang around Objects and Retrieval. He imagined that everyone but Jonathan's direct coworkers would be relieved.
That was where he was at the moment, of course, lurking around before he was officially supposed to check in with the director of Magics. He imagined that Jonathan was the sort of employee who was there early every day, which meant that Abraxas had to be there even earlier, if he was going to catch him before he got started. His outfit was even subdued (for him), a slim cut maroon silk shirt tucked into black pinstripe pants that he may or may not have purchased from the women's section of the store. His black dress shoes were definitely men's shoes, though, in spite of the fact that they had a slight bit of heel. He looked almost respectable.
He had to remind himself that Jonathan was worth it. It would be easier to remember once Jonathan actually turned up.