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Review- Why do I feel so strongly about something that was so wrong?
The only thing I knew for sure was that I was going back tomorrow. I had to see Magnus again.
Chapter 4 (Alec POV)
I ran out of our large home. I kept my head angled downward until I was far from civilization. If anyone saw my face, which I was sure must be shining with nervousness and excitement, they would be sure to question. 'Why is he grinning so broadly on the way to that boring chore his father calls a job?'
As I neared the forest I prepared for the sting in my calves and tightness in my chest that always came when I ran such a distance. The first of the tall oaks loomed in the horizon ahead. With the three percent of brain power I could take away from thinking of Magnus I pondered the reason the cramp that had become practically tradition when sprinting places disappeared. I redirected this attention to the spot under the bottom right of my ribcage where it always started. Nope, no pain. Maybe the adrenaline chased it away.
A few yards past the tree line I came to a halt. As I steadied my labored breath I let more of the focus on the astonishing elf slip away, so I could allow my senses wander and pick up any signs of danger.
I started up again, but slowed my pace dramatically, so it was now just a walk. If I continued to run as I had been before I would have been more than a little early. Heck, even now if I walked the rest of the way, when I factored in the run, I would still arrive with plenty of time to spare. I didn't want to make Magnus think I was too eager. When he arrived I could always lie, and tell him I hadn't been waiting long, but somehow I doubted he would buy it.
In two shakes of a lambs tail I was back underneath the shade of the tree where we conversed the day prior. (I still had to hide from other forest creatures) I ungracefully dropped onto my ass, and leaned against the tree, anxiously waiting.
(Magnus POV)
I stared down at my thumbs again, and twiddled them, desperate for something to distract me as the time slowly passed. Just a moment ago I had walked out of my humble abode to gage the distance the sun had moved. Barley at all, I realized sighing. How slowly time went when you anticipated something so greatly. Don't get your hopes up! I kept internally scolding myself. He may not even come to meet you. Even though I tried so hard to stop it the same images came back. Alec and I were in some secluded place, known of only by us. We were rolling in each other's arms, sweating, and moaning, and...
Now stop right there, Magnus my boy! My mind tried to reason once again. I hated it when sense kicked in. Retreating to fantasies was a good pass-time. Even if he does come, my common sense argued, it may not be in peace. And even if it is in peace, you don't even know if he's gay. I knew all these things may be the case, but I couldn't stop the hope that crept through my hard, unrevealing exterior.
After painful waiting that dragged on to feel at least twenty times worse than it actually was, I decided it was time to go- or a little past time to go technically. And to think I almost caved and opted out of being fashionably late.
(Alec POV)
I sat and stared in the direction I knew Magnus would be coming from. It was a while past when we were supposed to meet. Maybe he decided I wasn't worth it, I thought glumly. Or he could have forgotten, or gotten hurt. The thought struck me and caused a lot more emotion than it should have toward a man I just met.
I felt my stomach rumble and decided that if he wasn't going to show up it wouldn't help anything for me to starve. Just as I began to rise, an object appeared in my peripheral vision.
My head snapped so quickly it hurt. I undoubtedly recognized the frame, regardless of the shadow that shrouded and blurred his image. He strode into the clearing, with a demeanor as calm and composed as I hoped mine was, but seriously doubted. He had seen me too and altered his direction slightly to more accurately arrive next too me.
After a couple of seconds he accomplished this by coming to a halt about three feet in front of me. Without saying anything he pointedly he crossed his ankles and lowered himself gracefully into a cross legged sitting position. I followed suit by sliding my back down the tree trunk behind me to end with my knees bent in front of me.
I felt my stomach flutter and my face heat up as an effect of seeing him and of knowing he could see me.
"Hello." The casual, unaffected tone in Magnus's voice surprised me. I knew I would sound nothing like that if I were to speak. The nonchalant attitude was hard to control when he was meeting someone secretly. Someone if he was known to have associations with would turn him into an outcast. Also- in my case- my voice would be shaky because of the foreign excitement of being close to the attractive man I had been practically stalking.
"Uh...hi." I said lamely.
Magnus smiled at me warmly anyway and continued, " So, wacha wanna do?"
"Do?" Oh my god I was digging deeper and deeper. My face heated further and I became embarrassed of the obvious fact I was blushing.
His grin grew wider and cocky. "Well do means to get done, or carry out, or preform an action. Possibly in the way of flowers, or hair, it could mean to arrange nicely. Although if your mind is going down a different path, and you wanted to do someone rather than something-"
"I understand." I cut in quickly. Damn. I swear I could feel the red on my face become darker. Just keep that metaphorical shovel scooping Alec, and soon you'll be buried alive.
Magnus leaned forward and I froze. I could feel his breath by my ear. "You're cute when you blush." If my face could have gotten any darker it would have. I sat stiffly while he chuckled at my reaction to something so minorly suggestive. I desperately tried to act calmer. At least Magnus didn't seem to mind. He was amused by me; and I didn't know whether to be glad for that or not. Who would have known? After digging and digging you ended with a hole impossible to climb out of. And all the while there is someone laughing at your mistakes.
That was the thing though. Magnus wasn't laughing in a cruel or mocking way. The way his gaze held on me reminded me of someone watching a puppy comically run into a wall. I was a silly little boy who he enjoyed watching squirm in discomfort.
Originally this and the next chapter were going to be one but it was really long and im not very far ahead with the writing anymore so I split them. I apologize if the end of this chap or the beginning of the next is weird. I hadn't originally planned to have them like that. Review?