Talk about Magical Mysteries

Similar, but not the same

A/N: Oh gosh, this was later than I thought.

I've been thinking of writing a new story with this, a sort of Royalty thing. I've seen many around, and many great ones, but.. ideas.  

"-o-" for The Beatles, "-oo-" for the Wizards.

Thank you all for waiting and for reading~

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Paul's mind was clouded by Jane. His dear Jane that he had sworn he left two years ago because of how they were not working out, and through the silence that formed an elephant in the room, he called it off. They could not hold on to the past, wishing for that had vanished. Was he really that cruel to leave her when she still had a lingering hope to keep things together?

He once thought being with John was the best decision he had ever made. It still was, but he started to think that if—forbid, a situation comes as that again, that he doesn't just end it with cold words and mere goodbyes. He hoped he wouldn't be the reason why John would seek a new companionship.

In the mind's space, Paul took a glance at the Wizard behind. For such a powerful and resourceful being, the Wizard appeared so small at this moment, seated on the chair, his body huddled to himself, eyes closed and the only movement in his body was the slow rise and fall of his chest. Within all that had happened within the hours around, Paul had already forgotten that this Paul was as vulnerable as he was. His magic power may be something in this reality, but in his own, it was not something special.

Paul wanted to make sure he doesn't disturb the Wizard.

Then his eyes saw the Wizard's arm. It was bleeding again—that twat. He lied to him about his arm, and for what? Paul didn't really understand. How dare he not pay attention to his own needs? The Wizard was helping them so much, and without him, they would not have gotten this far. Who knew what would've happened to Brian if...

Paul hoped that the Wizard did not simply take in what Brian had as that would mean he would be sedated as well. That was not a risk he should be willing to take. Him being asleep due to recovering spent magic was a better reason to be. Paul couldn't imagine how difficult it must've been to borrow characteristics and apply it in a place where it tries forbidding it due to defying the properties of the world.

If anything, he was extremely limited unless he had this Paul's support.

"How was... Bri?"

Paul almost bit his tongue for how foreign he sounded. It was like they were not going to see their Manager alive and well, but just a stranger they probably had an obligation to help. His tone was too low for one concerned and relieved after hearing John's excitement barely contained in his body.

"He was awake, Paulie! Alive!"

Energy radiated from the lad like the sun was not up in the sky but was his face. Paul really could use those shades that John kept in his drawer. Honestly, just how cute can one get? Don't answer, of course, it's a rhetorical question.

John is always cute.

"Yeah?"

"No. He's dead." John's brightness dimmed into a grim anger, brows furrowed and voice dangerously low, pouring a shiver down Paul's spine before he broke into a gentle laugh. "Paul, I wouldn't be this happy if Eppy wasn't.."

Paul forced a smile, but only managed to give a crooked dip.

"Are you sure, Johnny?"

John came to a halt, ceasing his merry run with Paul. Paul took this moment to collect his breath that had been lost over the course of running from the red halls to the halls with infinite doors. A couple of seconds went in a dimmed silence, Paul's gaze lingering upon John's back, slightly slumped. The lad's hands clenched into fists before uncurling, then curled once again and pressed hard. Paul feared that if he pressed any more, it'd draw blood or make marking upon his skin.