Author's Note:
Okiedokieartichokie! Here's chapter twenty-one!... (shudders). This one takes place sometime after Gabriel and Magnus help Soren off to bed, and then the two have their ice cream. Whaddya say? I miss writing Dating 100s and Magnegaard mush. Hit it, Crisper! Also, since I probably gave off the wrong message with chapter 5 ("Ellagnus"), pay careful attention to this chapter that was written consciously. What's a romance fic without cute angry couples that were just meant to be?
After having some ice-cream with Gabriel to get himself some well needed confidence, Magnus decided that it was time. Time to pop the question. Time to hope that said popped question would get the thumbs up.
He was wearing his usual garb, green vest, green pants, contrasted by red bowtie. The sun was just overhead, which would've given Ellegaard some time to get prepared for their... activity... had things gone as planned.
He walked aimlessly, still unsure of wether or not he wanted to approach her at all. His plan wasn't to rush head on into things, but to stroll pointlessly. Should've they met, he would've asked. If not, well there are plenty of opporitunities for a next time. He wasn't exactly prepared for what to do if she would've rolled up on him unexpectedly, and was quite glad when it was Olivia whom he had bumped into.
"Oh, uh... Hi, Olivia." He greeted with a smile, rubbing his neck.
"Hey... you look nice. Got something special planned for tonight?" She asked, though by the way she emphasized the word 'special' anyone would've been able to tell that she knew Magnus's intentions. He gave a nervous chuckle.
"Yeah... uh... since I've, uh, bumped into you and all... you got any last words you wanna tell me so that I don't screw this thing up?" She giggled lightly.
"Okay, so... um..." She took a few moments to think of some last minute dating tips. "Okay, so be playful, try to be funny, be yourself and remember what I said about not zoning off and keeping eye contact."
"Alright. Thank you." He said extravagantly, causing Olivia to smile. He was such a goofball at times.
"Just out of curiosity, though... where're you planning on taking her?"
"The Death Bowl." He replied as if that was the greatest place to take a calm, peaceable woman on one's first date. Olivia sent him a narrow-eyed glare. He laughed out loud. "I'm just messing with you. We're going to that really fancy restaurant I've had my eyes on." Olivia's mouth dropped wide open.
A novice dater taking his new girlfriend to the fanciest restaurant in town, er... seas... that could only be one thing: The makings of one of the world's greatest suicide missions.
"Are you sure you wanna do that?" She asked cautiously. Magnus shrugged.
"What's the worst thing that could happen?"
It had been about ten minutes (Minecraft time) but the sun hadn't begun the process of sinking into the horizon. Magnus had finally found Ellegaard, who was leaning on the surrounding bar of the SS Cupidon, staring at a sky that was beautiful, but not as beautiful as she was.
Feeling nervousy beginning to overwhelm him, he plucked up a flower from a nearby pot, holding it tightly in his hand. He just stood there, staring at her from behind and thanking Notch that she didn't see him. He wasn't ready. He wouldn't be ready to come, a low griefer, to the intelligible, wonderful, amazing, beauti-
"Oh, did you need something Magnus?" He flinched the slightest bit at Ellegaard interrupting his thoughts about her.
"Oh, I, uh..." He noticed the flower in his hands, it was a red one, not a rose, however. "I got you this." He held out the flower before realizing that he was about five or so blocks away from her. She began to walk up to him, before he raised his hand and cut her off as if she was about to walk into a pit of lava. "Don't move! I'll come to you." With that he began to walk over to her before falling over and landing on his back. Ellegaard smirked as he confusedly picked up a banana peel with a note attatched to it.
'Ocelott says I taste happy...' He glared up at Ellegaard who had decided that she couldn't hold back her laughter.
"It's not funny." He told her, a small grin appearing on his face as well.
"Yes it is." She giggled before helping him up. He reached out to hand her the flower, sighing in dismay when they both saw that the fall had crushed the delicate plant.
"Sorry..."
"It's okay." She smiled at him sincerely. "So, did you need anything?" She asked.
"Um... well... I was just wondering..." Olivia's words replayed in his head like a record-tape. A life-saving record-tape.
Keep it cool, relax.
Magnus sighed. "Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?" Ellegaard looked him in the eye, and he quickly looked away. His black bandana was useless with hiding the color on his face. A grin crossed her lips.
"Yes."
"I mean, I understand if you don't want to because, you like to build things and I like to blow them up, and-"
"Magnus, I said 'yes'."
"... oh..." He looked at her for a splitsecond, his face growing redder with each passing second. "I guess I'll see you at sunset?" In earth terms, sunset was seven o'clock post meridian. Perfect for a date.
"I guess you will." She looked at him in a way that made him feel lightheaded and was instantly off. Smiling to himself, Magnus turned around and froze, after flinching of course.
"What are you doing here?!" He shouted at Ocelott once Ellegaard was out of earshot. The girl didn't give a reply. "You didn't see anything did you?" Ocelott still didn't say anything, her mouth wide open in a perfect 'o'. He groaned in dismay. "You sure have a way of popping up at all the wrong times, kid. Maybe I'll use that some day... but for now, you didn't see anything. Got it?" He didn't sound friendly at all, but that's when he realized that he was talking to himself. Ocelott was gone. "What a strange girl..." He muttered to himself before he walked off.
POV Switch
'She said that she'd be back tonight...' Soren thought to himself as the sun dipped into the ocean, steam rising from it as it broke the laws of science and sunk into the sea. On the other side, the moon rose, drying itself off some with a towel before it tossed the towel into the ocean and grew a face. 'Stuff and nonsense... stuff and nonsense...' He thought to himself, trying to ignore the shenanigans of the heavens.
He was alone, no other people about him, as he awaited the Enderwoman's return. He spent some time making sure he had all the necessary tools for the night: pencil, pad, glasses. Minutes became... longer minutes and Soren was already fast asleep.
He quickly awoke, being surrounded by Ender-magic before he looked up, his eyes meeting with those of the mysterious Enderwoman.
"Oh, hello." He greeted nervously. She stared down at him.
"Feeling any better?" She asked. Soren pushed himself to speak.
"Oh, yes... m-much better."
"You stammered, are you cold?" She bent down so that they were face to face as she checked him over.
"N-no... I'm not c-cold." He tried to keep the stuttering under control as not to worry her.
"Here, I'll be right back." She was off, then quickly reappeared with a chair and a blanket. She sat down in the chair, which was fitting for her lankiness. After finding himself wrapped in the very warm purple-and-black checkered blanket, Soren found himself lying face up in the Enderwoman's arms. "Better?" She asked. Soren slowly nodded, not wanting to seem rude in any way at all. "So, tell me. Are you the architect who came to our world?" Well, there were no other architects that had moved to the End, built an artifical Overworld and lived among Endermen, so it had to be him whom she was speaking of.
"Yes... why?" He asked cautiously. The Enderwoman screamed, and he feared he had upset her.
"I've learned SO much about you!" She shouted, surprising Soren with her sudden happiness as she held him closely. "Do you like the End? Isn't it pretty?" She overwhelmed him with questions, holding him tightly as if she would never let go. To most of the questions, which were mostly 'yes' and 'no' questions, 'yes' being the positive answer, he answered 'yes' without hesitation. This only made her more excited and she held him even more tightly.
'Note: Enderman arms are extremely strong...' Soren thought as he struggled to breathe. She heard his forced huffs, instantly loosening her grip on him.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I had no idea that would hurt you." She held him more loosely, but she held him nevertheless. "So... what's your name? Is it Architect? How about Music Man?" She held him closely, awaiting his answer.
"I'm Soren." He replied. Her purple eyes widened in surprise and she let out another famous Enderman cry before squeezing him to her chest.
"I love that name!" She cried, hugging him almost fiercely. She lay him across her lap again. "I like your face, too." She said as she played with his hair. "What is it? Dyed wool?" She asked, tugging curiously at it.
"No, its called hair." Soren explained kindly. Though he felt a bit uncomfortable as the Enderwoman didn't seem to know human boundaries or etiquette, he was ultimately glad to be teaching an Enderwoman about these kinds of things.
"Oh... It's very orange." She continued to frolick around with the rich curls. She paused. "Oh, my name is *speaking Endertongue*." Soren stared at her confusedly. She chuckled. "That's probably too complex for you; I've learned that you don't speak our language, but you can call me... Pamela. I like that."
"Endermen have names?" Soren asked curiously.
"Yes. We all have names." She replied.
"Well, then... nice to meet you, Pamela." She looked away, seeing that the moon was high overhead.
"You must be tired." She set him on the couch, standing up. "Goodbye, Soren. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, she was gone. Soren heard footsteps and looked up to see Jesse staring at him confusedly.
"Why are you sitting in that chair?" He asked, but Soren was far too dazed to reply, only being able to look at his friend with a happy smile.
"Success, Jesse, success." He answered once he found the strength to speak.
"Oh... owkaay...?" Jesse replied, slowly nodding before he turned away and left.
POV Switch
'Okay... so, what was that advice again?' Magnus thought one last time as they approached... Fancy Restaurant Without a Name...?
1. Hygiene
2. Say 'hi'.
'Onto part two.' Magnus thought to himself. "Hi, Ellegaard." He spoke without thinking. His face went red when he realized how silly his previous statement was. He had already said 'hi'... multiple times, in fact.
"Hi, Magnus." Ellegaard replied for about the fifth time. He quickly came up with away to patch up his failed attempt at ending the awkward silence.
"Uh... did I mention how nice the weather is?" He asked as a chilling wind swept across the boardwalk.
"Only thirteen times." Ellegaard responed, causing Magnus to blush and look away.
"Oh... it's nice, though..." He would've said something more intelligent, but nothing was coming to his mind.
'Come on, Magnus! Think! You're smarter than this. The only way to get her is to say something that will, I don't know, get her! Jeez, Olivia made this seem so easy...'
"... but what do you think, Magnus?" Ellegaard seemed to have been saying something, but Magnus knew that he wouldn't hear it again without looking like a total fool.
"Uh... I don't know..." He answered. One part of him was upset that he wasn't listening, but the other side of him was kind of glad she didn't further question him.
"Come on, Magnus. I know you feel something about it."
So much for counting one's eggs before they hatched.
"I, uh..." He slowly brought his hand to his warm neck.
"It's alright, Magnus. It's not such a huge issue anyways." She told him. He was relieved that she didn't sound too beat about the situation, whatever it was. Now to ask more questions while he formed new ones in his head.
"So, Ellegaard, isn't the weather great tonight?" He asked as another cold breeze tickled them uncomfortably.
"Not really..."
"MY NOTCH! HE WASN'T JOKING!" They barely heard an all too familiar voice yell. Magnus barely caught a glimpse of Ocelott as he held the door open for Ellegaard. He was relieved when they got inside, away from the cat-girl. Why he was so wary around her he would never know. Maybe it was her constant chit-chat. Maybe because he assumed she didn't know how to keep a secret long enough. Maybe it was because she was a bit... off...?
With a scoff, he dismissed the thought of her and decided to move on with his life... dare I say 'love-life'.
After finding a place to sit, Magnus made sure to pull out a chair for Ellegaard. Usually, he'd be stealing people's chairs, but tonight he wanted to go about a different way of thought.
POV Switch
Once they were seated, Ellegaard decided that she would start them off with a nice conversation.
"Don't you like redstone?" She asked after a few short seconds of silence, trying not to let any awkward silence manifest.
"No." Magnus replied insensitively, remembering Olivia's instruction to look Ellegaard right in the eyes.
"Well that's a kind way of putting it." She replied a bit stiffly.
"Oh, uh... sorry." She playfully rolled her eyes. They both flinched at the sound of glass shattering and, like the rest of the attendance of Fancy Restaurant Without a Name, turned to face the noise. A girl wearing a jacket stood scaredly in front of it, then mumbled something that no one could hear before taking hold of some indescribable object before someone close to her led her to a seat. While Magnus thought that something about the girl was vaguely familiar he decided to push that out of his mind for now.
"So... uh... how was your day?" Ellegaard wasn't trying to be so cliche, but failed miserably. And what was worse than that was that Magnus had a horrible day!
"Well, it was boring because there was no TNT, my clothes caught fire, I fell into the ocean and..." He stopped to think. "Oh yeah! Gabriel has amnesia again."
"Who's... Gabriel?" The couple barely heard the voice of their friend from somewhere else.
"How did you fall into the ocean?!" Ellegaard shouted.
"Someone pushed me in."
"Who?! Why did someone push you into the ocean?"
"It was Gabriel and he pushed me because my clothes were on fire."
"Well, why were your clothes on fire?"
"... there was no TNT." Ellegaard glared impatiently at Magnus who was obviously telling a white-lie about something.
"Magnus, what did you do?"
"... well, I, uh-" Coughing a bit, he spoke something that not even the finest listener would be able to hear.
"What?" Magnus repeated himself in a voice that was a bit louder, but in words quite more indistinguishable. But that was all Ellegaard needed.
"Did you take another dare?!"
"No! It wasn't a huge dare anyways..." Ellegaard rolled her eyes.
"What was it this time?"
"Well, there was no TNT, so I was bored. Then, I got this wonderful idea..."
IN-DEPTH FLASHBACK
"Hey, Gabriel, I've got this wonderful idea." Magnus spoke as he sat up, having some sort of epiphany.
"I'm listening." Replied Gabriel who lay on the floor sporting a pair of black sunglasses.
"Okay, so why don't we have a dare to see who can juggle the most fire-charges blindfolded?"
"Do you even know how to juggle?" Gabriel asked, lifting his head a bit. Magnus snorted.
"Of course not. Then it'd be boring! So, you in?" He asked, giving Gabriel a nudge with his foot. Gabriel chuckled.
"Yes, I'm in."
It only took them a few minutes to get the fire-charges (don't ask how) and after a total of about ten minutes, their fire-charge juggling with blindfolds challenge had all but began.
Because he was quite confident that he would emerge victorious, Magnus kindly suggested that Gabriel should go first, to which he replied 'yes'. Gabriel was slow at first, juggling only one to make sure things were safe. Being blindfolded made it into a challenge, and he dropped the first fire-charge onto the deck before it fizzled out with a fire-extinguisher.
Magnus slow-clapped as Gabriel took off his blindfold.
"How did I do?" He asked. Magnus, grinning smugly, gave his reply.
"Not as good as what I'm about to do." He replied taking the blindfold from Gabriel. He put it on, standing with his hands out. "I'm going to start out with two." Gabriel blinked.
"Are you sure?"
"Eh, what's the worst thing that could happen?" He shrugged. Gabriel sighed before quickly tossing the first one into Magnus's right hand, followed by a second for the left.
"Shoot! These things are hot!" He screamed before throwing them into the sky on instinct. He sheepishly lifted the blindfold off his head. Gabriel was smiling wildly.
"You're right, Magnus! You are doing better than me! This is far more interesting!" He cheered just before the fire-charge slammed onto his head, the other one landing in the back of Magnus's shirt, quickly catching fire as well.
After standing stunnedly for a few seconds, he started flailing his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"SWEET JESUS THERE'S A FIRE!" He cried. Gabriel slowly stood up, rubbing the knot on his head. He slowly looked up and saw Magnus running around.
'Who is this man and why is he screaming?' He thought to himself. His hero instincts quickly went to work and he rushed up to Magnus, grabbing him by the hips and rushing him to a bucket of water. Sadly, he tripped on the bucket of water and accidentally tossed him into the ocean.
BACK TO REALITY
"... and that's what happened." Magnus explained proudly.
"And you're proud of this?! That was CRAZY!"
"Oh puh-leez! It's not as whacked up as some of your nerd inventions, so who're you to judge?"
"They're not crazy, they're creative. And at least I don't do crazy stuff for no good reason!" Ellegaard smarted.
"At least I don't do crazy stuff for boring nerd reasons!" Was Magnus's riposte.
"At least... at least..."
"Ha! Ran out of good comebacks, huh?"
"At least I've got a head of hair!" She shouted with a frenzied elation. Magnus stared back at her, his vexation only growing.
"At least I don't wear goofy-goggles 24/7."
"At least I don't wear a mask 24/7." They both stared at each other with annoyed eyes. Magnus felt that he was running out of things to say, but decided that he would never see that defeat as he spoke something that he knew would win the fight.
"WELL, AT LEAST MY ACCOUNT PIONEERS MY OPINIONS!" Okay... maybe that wasn't the war-stopping phrase he had hoped for... heck. No more sugarcoating: That was 102% entirely uncalled for!
The attendance slowly turned and stared at Magnus who was heaving as he stood in his chair, towering over Ellegaard who gaped at Magnus in unsettlement. There was fire in his eyes and, well, he must've been really angry. After a few short seconds, the fire faded down and they both just stared at eachother, glaring.
Ellegaard felt a small grin tugging at her lips and started snickering. Seeing her giggling only reaped the same result in Magnus, and before anyone knew it the two were belting out laughing. Soon, the full attendance found reasons to be of good humor.
"You wanna go get some ice-cream?" Magnus asked after a few minutes of laughter. She barely mouthed the word 'yes' between hysterical laughter. He held out his hand which she took and the two were off.
Author's Note:
Ah... Ellagnus. I really like this ship, and I hope you like how this turned out as well. But yeah, they're gonna play as our cute angry couple in this fic. I hope that this isn't gonna be too cheesy, but it's my first try at this angry couple romance. I'll get better soon! Anyways, people who are fans of Ocelott and her friends, you're gonna enjoy the next chapter! How'd you like the Sorenderwoman ship? Leave a review!