As light drifted in through the peak of the wizards tower.. Magnus awoke with a stiff groan, stretching his worn out limbs. For being an immortal, he sure was getting old.

He turned to face you, still asleep, and placed a gentle kiss to your right temple.. maybe he’d cast a rain incantation so you’d stay with him just a bit longer- And to help your crops, of course.

“ Good morning my essence.. “

His beard tickled your cheek, making you smile in your sleep. He went down to his small kitchen and prepared a small breakfast for the both of you- Void egg omelet with Fiddlehead fern as garnish.. along with some Strange Bun toast.

He walked back up to your shared room and placed the plate down on your nightstand with a glass of ice cold milk. Magnus began to think-.. what if he’d make you an immortal- Like him?