f a m i l i a r i t y. - [fierrochase]

seventeen ☀️

I was out in the mall the whole day so here's an update because I felt happy for buying a new phone case.

Anyway, who collects phone cases here? Is it only me or—? Btw! It looks like Fenris! I have no idea why I chose this, but I did.

MAGNUS ;

     "Did you know that Christmas trees are so overrated?" Magnus said out of trance as they both stared at the Christmas trees all over the city grounds. Alex nodded, and rolled her eyes. They still had their hands locked together—none of the both of them said a word about it, and nobody even bothered to take his or her hand away. Which was actually fine for Magnus, he really liked holding Alex's hand like this. It was like grasping to leverage—like hanging down a cliff with only a rope to hold onto, with only that rope as the symbol of hope, of a good chance of survival, of that rope being his savior.

     "What brought you the thought, Maggie?" Alex asked as she laughed at Magnus' incoherent mumbling about how those trees were somehow some monster disguised to be trees. Magnus doesn't know what he's thinking, it was always like that whenever Alex was there—it was a certain feeling and progression of familiarity that he didn't know what, or why he was acting like that. Like the way he had acted with his mother years ago when he was still a child. It was the kind of familiarity that he knew was blasphemous to those who opposed these kinds of love, but he knew to himself that this wasn't offending anything—this was familiarity of love.

     He had felt the same way about his mother. No, not the kind of love where he would want to kiss her—just like how he had wished to kiss Alex for a few thousand times over the holidays. But the certain type of feeling that when the person comes to view, everything just clears up. The sky is no longer obscured with shitty clouds and darkness, the air he breathed seemed to be as fresh as morning dew in a spring day. It was that sense of familiarity that made Magnus' stomach churn, his chest clench, his mind close up and just make him an utter mess of both serenity and happiness—that he would not care what he was to say, the person next to him was someone he'd show anything with.

     "I don't know. They're just really evil looking—or maybe it was just Randolph's house that made them evil." Said Magnus was Alex laughed again. Magnus had adored those times when he made Alex laugh, it just seemed right to him as much as her drawing him was the rightest thing that could be. He wanted to push the thought to the side until he thought of it and felt his face heat up. Alex had painted him.

     "So, have you did some Christmas shopping already? Like buying people presents of some sort?" Alex asked as Magnus was deep in thought about how she drew him, that when she asked the question, Magnus blurted out. "Painting?"

     Alex's forehead crinkled. "Excuse me?" She said, a look of confuse etched on her face as Magnus tensed up and did everything to avoid her eyes. "Uh. Presents, you say? No, not really. I was having problems with this author—wanted me to help out on his book. Course, I'd help, but Christmas had never been such a big deal to me that I just had to take the offer." Magnus tried his best to explain without stuttering.

     "Yeah, same. Wanna buy some tomorrow? Apparently, there will be some great gifts at the mall." Alex said as she inhaled the winter air. Her cheeks were red from the cold as she adjusted her intertwined fingers in Magnus'. The Christmas lights reflected from her heterochromatic eyes, and made them shone a kaleidoscopic sight. It was as if a disarray of auroras and stars were trapped inside her eyes—that if too much color tended to show, it would explode and color the surroundings the color of the cosmos, the colors of undiscovered galaxies morphed to one. Magnus doesn't know why he had always loved Alex's eyes. It wasn't because of the peculiar color, or that they were heterochromatic—it was because those eyes were like a two-sided mirror. Those eyes reflected happiness, playfulness, and confidence as always displayed by Alex. But he knew there were more things behind those spheres, that there were something behind the playfulness and mischief. That there was always something more.

     Magnus exhaled, the smoke flew up the air as he tried his best to speak in a less hoarse and messy way. "Yeah, why not? What time would you wanna go?" He asked Alex as they both strolled down to the giant Christmas tree in the center of the park. Alex's eyes seemed to study the surroundings—families strolling together, as happy couples would scatter around and laugh as love took over their fantasies. There were also Santa Clauses who gave free wrapped gifts and took pictures with children. Magnus only studied Alex's face more—the hairline that rooted with dark brownish black hair to the green strands, the bride of her nose, her multi-colored eyes, her lips. To Magnus, this sight was the best.

     "I guess anytime you wake up?" Alex said, and sighed. "We always seem to wake up at the exact same time. Whenever I go to my kitchen, you're already at yours." She shrugged and Magnus nodded. He never really knew why he and Alex always met the first time every morning. Every morning starting winter break, Alex Fierro's face had been what greeted Magnus in the ungodly hours of dawn. He didn't have a problem with that. In fact, he would actually love to see that face every time he woke up—but instead of being a block away, he'd love it if it was inches away from his face.

     "Yeah." Magnus said as he faced Alex. Thoughts scribbled in his mind as he thought of what can be with Alex. Breakfasts together, movie marathons, cuddling—not to mention–"Kissing." Magnus said out loud as Alex was staring at the giant Christmas tree. A luminous tree of kaleidoscopic colors—glitters and streamers decorated it. The star in the very top had white outlines and seemed to gleam the brightest. Alex had looked up at Magnus and stared at him, and Magnus couldn't read the emotions hanging onto her face.

      She didn't know what to do as much as he didn't. Both of them were quite frozen in where they were—staring at each other's eyes, waiting for a response, waiting for something—anything to break the trance they were in. But apparently, it was hard for Magnus to break it. Alex's eyes eyes seemed to call on his; specks of glittery sparkles glowered over the top part, and the center of both eyes seemed to illuminate the colors surrounding them. They were both fixed in their place—not knowing what to do next.

    But it seemed like Magnus' body had something in mind. Slowly, and most definitely not surely, he moved closer to Alex's face—not minding all the people watching, or the bells jingling. It didn't matter what happened that moment. Alex didn't budge, but she closed her eyes, Magnus feeling a bit disappointed as the kaleidoscope of cosmic colors vanished, but he relaxed when she sighed. He put his arms around her waist, supporting her weight as he felt her relax with the simple touch. Magnus had closed his eyes too, throwing away the anxiety and the possible guilt he was feeling.

      And then it happened. It was as if two parallel universes had collided, a phenomenon occurring in the intensity of the both creation and destruction. Or as if two plate boundaries collided in the process of convergence, creating a massive earthquake, and triggering mountain ranges. It was like the collision of an arrow to it's target—the satisfying feeling caressing over his psyche as he hit bull's eye.

     Satisfying as kissing Alex Fierro, under the colors erupting the darkness of the midnight sky, above everything that dared disrupt the void of distraction—the lack of thinking, and the product of too much thinking. Magnus didn't regret it that moment, and he knew he'll regret it soon enough. But as soon was to come, he didn't care. All he knew was that tonight, he had pulled Alex into a kiss—and he enjoyed it.