CHAPTER 21 – THE PERCEPTION OF TIME
KELSIER
“Are you sure we’re not moving too fast Magnus?” Kelsier asked, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling. Magnus lowered the tattered old book he was reading from, and met Kelsier’s eyes
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“Kelsi? We’re both immortals, you know time is just perception. A day to them can be like a year to us. Time is just a measure used by mortal men to scale out their lives, and complain about how little they have. I’m 900 years old, time doesn’t mean a thing to me anymore. So, no: I don’t think we’re moving too fast.” Magnus tugged his T-shirt down, that had ridden up his chest in his sleep. His hair was still ruffled, and his voice sounded weary and raspy, which Kelsier found to be the height of attractiveness.
“I guess you’re right, I guess I just can’t believe we’re moving already!” Kelsier replied. She was excited about their impending trip, but she was still adjusting to the idea Magnus had brought up just yesterday.
Their bedroom was full of boxes, that contained all of Magnus’s extravagant clothes, books and herbal-y potion stuff that Kelsier was unfamiliar with. Kelsier didn’t have a box of her own things; she had more than enough money to buy things when they had settled in. Due to Magnus’s tendency to ‘borrow’ furniture, they were leaving it all behind, which saved them valuable space.
“Do you love me?” Magnus asked, gently holding her hand.
“More than anything.” Kelsier answer instantly. She had met Magnus many years before, in Peru, but they had only been introduced briefly, so when they had bumped into each other outside the abandoned underground, they instantly caught up on what they had been doing in the past 650 years. After only a week of Magnus’s company, he had asked her to move in with him. He was right, time was only a perception, but this perception seemed to be going pretty fast as of late.
Magnus smiled at Kelsier’s answer, and then brushed his lips against her cheek. “Then what’s the problem? I thought you said you’d always wanted to go to London?”
“I do,” Kelsier answered slowly, “Never mind, I guess I’m just nervous. When are you planning to tell the kids at the Insitute?”
Magnus laughed, chuckling even when Kelsier began to speak again. “What? I’m 783 years old Magnus, I think I’ve reserved the right to call seventeen year olds kids!”
Magnus didn’t reply, only turned towards her, and stuck his tongue out. Kelsier loved his playful side, because most of the time, he was fretting over something far too serious. The Shadowhunters that Magnus were so fond of were toxic to him: When Kelsier had been reunited with Magnus, he looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.
“I think I’ll tell them tomorrow, so they don’t have any time to talk me out of it.” Magnus replied after a while, then opening the window, exhaling deeply as fresh air flooded the room. Just as Magnus returned to the bed, he heard an ungodly cawing sound, from outside the window.
“What the-?” Magnus began, sticking his head out of the window then looking either side.
Kelsier heard Magnus curse blindly as he pulled his head back inside, bringing inside the creature that had its talons tangled in Magnus’s hair.
“Get this damn crow off me!” Magnus flailed, swatting at his head trying to rid the bird from his thick tangled hair. Kelsier clicked her fingers, and the bird stopped pecking at Magnus’s head, and flew over to her, landing obediently on her wrist.
“What have you got here little guy?” Kelsier asked the creature in a voice that she only used with animals, babies and mundanes. Tied around the crows foot was a rolled up black piece of paper, no larger than her smallest finger. As she unravelled the scroll, Magnus sat down cross-legged in front of her.
“Does it say anything?” He asked.
“It says… hunting.” Kelsier replied simply.
“Hunting? What?” Magnus replied, clearly just as confused as she was.
“I think we should call Jace, this could be a lead.” Kelsier suggested, reaching into the pocket of her jeans and pulling out her phone.
She dialled Jace’s number, hoping that this scrap of paper and the devilish bird could help him with his dilemma.
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