Heavenly Storm

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Zander laid on his bed throwing  a ball of elastics into the air and catching it, repeating it time after time again. The door opened as Magnus came into the room. "You're not even dressed" he states accusingly "Of course you're not" he adds with a roll of his eyes "I told you before and I'll tell you again.... I'm not going to that bloody party" Zander states sitting up "Ooh you're going, whether you like it or not" Magnus states opening Zander's closet. "After the party you can go back to your usual broody self, but right now we're going and you are going to enjoy yourself for once" Magnus states rumbling through the closet "Do you own any clothes that are..... not a couple hundred years old hm?" Magnus asks as he turns around to face his friend with a raised eyebrow, who looks at him sheepishly. Magnus rolls his eyes at him "You're hopeless" he says throwing his hands up in the air. "Well... You'll just have to borrow one of my outfits for the time being." Magnus states as he left the room.

 Zander fell back onto the bed. "How did I get myself roped into this" He mutters to himself. "Magnus never takes 'no' for an answer, you know that better than anyone" a familiar voice says, making him turn his head towards the sound of the voice. "Ana" He says with a smile as he gets up and hugs her, with a big smile on his face. "Why are you here?" Zander asks looking at his sister questioningly "Not that I'm not glad to see you or anything" he adds quickly, making his sister laugh "Can't I just come to see my baby brother?" she asks, Zander eyes her in suspicion. At that moment Magnus decided to march back into his friends room. "I think this will suit you-"

 He stopped in his tracks as soon as he noticed the female. "Ana" he states, taking in her appearance. The honey blonde shoulder lenght hair. Her eyes that, depending on the light, were either brown or green. How she looked absolutely stunning in that dress. And those legs.... "What a surprise" he says, a small smile dancing around his lips. Zander sents a grin to his sister and starts wiggling his eyebrows at her. As if the boy had just read his best friends thoughts. Which isn't so crazy since Zander and Magnus have known eachother for nearly two hundred years.

Ananchiel or 'Ana', as she is more commonly known as, glares at her younger brother. Magnus was too busy eyeing his sister to notice the small exchange between the siblings. He scratched his throat. "Here you go. I believe you can get dressed by yourself... or do you need help with that as well?" Magnus mocks his friend "I mean... If you're offering...." Zander says trying to keep a straight face, earning a slap on the back of his head from his sister. "Owch!" he says rubbing the back of his head "Ana. What was that for?" he asks, a hurt look on his face. "You know why!" she says with a glare "Just taking the piss" Zander says defensively as he holds his hands up. His sister, although he loved her, could be quite frightening sometimes. "Now get dressed, we don't want to be late to the party" Ana added. "Hey! No funny business over there!" Zander yells after them as his best friend and his sister leave his bedroom, just before they'd closed the door.  "Sometimes he infuriates me" Zander hears his sister tell his warlock friend, making him burst out laughing.

Zander looked at the outfit his warlock friend had picked out for him. His eyes widened.  Magnus had exquisite and quite exotic taste in clothes, he always looked fabulous. Zander thought he himself would look utterly ridiculous in those type of clothes, but Magnus... They just suited him incredibly good. He had always been kind off jealous of Magnus' confidence. It was a great thing that they were about the same height and roughly size, this made borrowing clothes from his best friend quite easy with the exception that their taste in clothing was quite different and that his shoulders were a bit broader than Magnus'. The clothes before him... were not his style to say the least. The black button down was  nice, just a normal black button down. The jacket.... he was not so fond of. It made him stand out too much, it would attract much unwanted attention towards him. So no... he was not a fan. He lifted the jacket up with a look of distaste on his face. "This is a no for me" he mutters, carefully placing the jacket on chair in the corner.

Zander pulled the shirt he was wearing over his head, showing a nice set of abs. He groaned slightly as the material brushed against the two large scars on his back. They were still very sensitive to the touch, never truly healed. Even though it had been centuries since he acquired them. He walked over to his closet as he put his arms through the black button down and rummaged through the racks of clothes till he stumbles upon his favorite leather jacket, it was old but he loved it still. Zander carefully place the jacket on his bed and smiled at it, almost lovingly as he buttoned up his shirt. He took of the pair of sweatpants he was wearing and replaced them by the black pair that Magnus had given him. They surprisingly fit him perfectly. Zander knelt down next to the bed to see if he could find his shoes underneath it since he couldn't actually remember where he placed them. "Where are those bloody shoes" he mutters, standing back up as they weren't underneath his bed where he usually discarded them. He looked around the room with a sigh of frustration as he didn't see them. 

He opened the door to his bedroom. Both Ana and Magnus abrubly stopped their conversation and turned to him. He furrowed his eyebrows, but didn't say anything about it. "Mags, have you by any chance seen my shoes?" he asked, scratching his neck with a sheepish look on his face.  "Sometimes I truly wonder what you would do without me" Magnus says with a sigh as he lifted Zander's worn boots from underneath the coffee table. "Crash and burn most likely" Ana replied. Zander snorted "Most likely yes" he added with a laugh.