Magnus wondered if Chairman should or shouldn't be in attendance tonight. He always did get a little skittish around the vampires. Don't ask Magnus why, but something just never really settled with the Chairman, and Magnus knew that there would be vampires in attendance because he made sure not to invite the werewolves. Which was a shame because some of them could poor a mean cocktail. And then there was that one in Pandemonium that must have been some form of Latina to move her hips like that.

But if Magnus was being honest with himself he knew that while this was a supposed to be the Chairman's birthday celebration, it was more likely going to be a night where Magnus ended the night with a stranger in his bed. Part of Magnus wondered if that stranger would be the same one the numbers on his chest were counting down to, or if that would be a total bust and it would be just a random body so that Magnus didn't spend another night in his immortality mourning the lack of affection that comes with a significant other, and not just a bed-warmer.

The Chairman meowed from the couch as he watched Magnus shuffle furniture around the room. Part of him wonders if he should just cancel the party. "What do you think Chairman? Should I just cancel the party?" Magnus flopped onto the couch next to the irritated cat and rested his arm on the back of the couch. "Y'know, even though I think that our friends, etcetera, are lucky to have someone for eternity, I really detest the idea of all the secrecy, the waiting."

Magnus stood and walked around his loft again. He rearranged his couches and the three mini-bars he had stationed around the room. He sent a fire message to Raphael asking him bring some O- and A+, he was urgently out of both and he knew a couple vampires that were way too picky about their specific blood types. Part of him now wonders why he thought it was a good idea to host a party tonight, or that he didn't even ask for RSVPs. How would he know if he had to drown his sorrows in alcohol or celebrate, or worse commiserate, by himself or people he couldn't stand to be around.

He gave the room one more once over, decided that the Chairman can attend his birthday celebration and retired to his bedroom to make sure that when he met his "soulmate" that even if they were worse than trolls (in looks or mannerisms) that at least looked flawless.

He finished his shower and sat at his vanity. He spent a few minutes looking at his imperfections, turning his head this way and that before he prepped his face. He applied his toner, moisturiser, and the primer before heading to his walk-in closet. He needed to look fantastic, because he was not going to be left in the lurch if his soulmate either didn't show up or rejected him. Only in Magnus' mind, or with friends after a few drinks, would he admit that he was nervous, that four hundred years was a long time to wait for someone who was meant to love you, body and soul.

As a Downworlder, Magnus assumed, at one point in time, that his soulmate could be anything. While being immortal could be a very useful thing, it can create an insane amount of tension if the elder had become jaded by the time spent alone beforehand. If they were a Seelie, or a Warlock, he would have it easy-ish… But, if they were mundane or werewolf then Magnus would have to deal with the eventual heartache that would cause.

He walked around his wardrobe, deciding what to wear, wondering if he should wear the burgundy or gold vest with his black leather pants, or maybe the black vest with gold accents and his burgundy skinny jeans. Rarely does Magnus feel the need to thank his heritage for the magic he has, but right now, he very much appreciated not having to physically change his clothes. He stepped in front of the full length mirror and stared. His clothes changed, sometimes a single item and other times the whole outfit was scrapped.

Magnus finally emerged from his closet in a pair of navy blue ripped skinny jean, a black see through button up shirt with gold accents around the cuffs and the edges of the shirt that were open to show off his tanned and toned torso. After deciding on his black leather ankle boots with gold chains hanging from the heel, he sat at his vanity again to perfect his face.

With his outfit chosen, creating an alluring look for his face was child's play. Gold accents and smokey eyes were all that was different from his usual, strking, look. He twirled in the mirror after spiking his hair and adding a little gold glitter to the tips to see if there was something that could be improved. With a nod he left to check on chairman meow.

"Well, Chairman, I look fabulous. Now I just need my admirers. Well, your party guests." Magnus amended when he felt the Chairman's eyes on his back. Anyone other than Magnus would be sceptical of the Chairman's ability to fully understand, and generally ignore, Magnus' personality and need for conversation when nervous. He was the only one who had seen Magnus for extended periods of time over the past decade, as the time drew closer to Magnus' soulmate arriving.

To be honest, the Chairman wondered if maybe a soulmate would be good for him, if only so that the Magnus would leave him alone occasionally. The Chairman meowed, it was time for his dinner, and that wasn't going to be delayed simply because Magnus was planning a party.

Magnus was brought from his thoughts by the noise, the Chairman jumped from his warm spot on the couch and slowly slinked his way into the kitchen. Magnus waved his hand and the Chairman's bowl was moved from its corner next to the fridge's motor to the corner near the pantry. Meowing in distaste, the Chairman remained where his food was meant to be and stared Magnus down.

"Come now, Chairman. We can't have you in the way, we wouldn't want you hurt by a random foot or falling object." Magnus lounged back onto the couch, next to where the Chairman had marked his space. He waited for the Chairman to return for pre-party snuggles, but after ten minutes he gave up. Turning to face the kitchen he watched as the Chairman circled where his food used to be. He quickly flicks his wrist and the Chairman's bowl was deposited back where it originally was.

"Now, that is just rude and a little melodramatic, don't you think?" Magnus squeezed his eyes shit. Whether or not he could have removed the Chairman's temper-tantrum induced mess, wasn't the issue. But it did point out that Magnus was much more focussed on being idle before his party than usual because of his nerves.

Resolving to wait for the Chairman to finish his dinner and wait the next two hours before his guests would arrive, he magically changed his outfit back to his usual lounging attire and relaxed in front of his television with enough room for the Chairman to borough into his side when he returned. He conjured a sunset filled martini glass and channel surfed, losing his nerves in the latest episode of Ru Paul's Drag Race.

He... he... he... So, I won't be promising chapter times... I never seem to keep to them, BUT! TWO MORE CHAPTERS, before they meet! PROMISE! And then all hell will break loose! :)

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