Helen Magnus has been alive far longer than she ever imagined. She's seen things in this world that would blow anyone's mind, things that defy all logic and science. Both beautiful and terrifying.
But this? Well, this was certainly... interesting.
"Will?"
His eyes snapped up to hers, wide with relief as she walked into the little room that had been his prison for the last eighteen hours. One of the new, if rather eccentric, abnormals had decided to play a practical joke on him. The only problem is, their new tenant? He doesn't exactly have the longest attention span she'd ever encountered before. And well, this was the product...
This being Will tied to a padded chair, wearing nothing but a pink leotard and tutu, with painted nails, blue eye shadow and bright red lipstick.
She fought hard to stifle her laughter, one hand covering the grin curving her lips.
"Don't you dare, Magnus," he glared, tugging at his bonds, "Just get me out of here!"
Helen sighed and circled him, untying his arms and legs. Watching as he stood and winced, stretching out the aches and pains in his stiff limbs.
"Thanks," he turned, barely able to met her gaze, "This is gonna stay between us, right?"
She nodded with a tilt of her head and he walked out the door, the swish of taffeta following him down the hall.
"Oh, Will..." she smirked, "How do you always get yourself into such compromising positions?"
End.
