Though Magnus had heard the sudden flood of messages all pertaining to the same topics—surveillance on the citizens, forcing authorities to give answers, escaping the town—he was still processing all of the information. Beyond recognizing a couple of their neighbors on the broadcasts, he didn't know any of the people who had involved themselves in an attempt at starting a revolution. He and Alec had quickly found the cameras in their home, something they had been dealing with on based on a necessity for privacy rather than the principle of desiring an unobserved life. Of course the messages had inspired him to search for the tracker in his leg, and though he was confident he could disable or remove it with magic, he hadn't simply because he didn't want to bring unnecessary scrutiny to his household. He had Alec and now Isabelle to protect, and he couldn't just rush into things without more information. He'd survived for centuries by looking out for himself and biding his time, and it was a skill that he planned to implement here, too.
It was this skill that had him going about life as usual, only disabling cameras for short periods of time when he and Alec were being intimate. That, of course, was a pattern of behavior partially set to help in the future as much as being literally wrapped up in each other made it easy to whisper to each other about memories of the past and plans for the future. Now, in his workshop, he's attempting to put his pent-up energy to use by practicing some more difficult spells. Up in his tower, it's safer to experiment where it can't reach Alec or Izzy to cause any harm.
Not that it's easy to focus. When Alec peaks around the door, Magnus is lying on his back on the floor and staring up at the golden constellations painted on the workshop's ceiling. Tilting his head back and smiling at Alec upside-down, he nods and rolls over onto his stomach to regard his husband. "Yes, and I could use an outlet for this energy," he said, confident that Alec would understand as someone he knew often trained to help himself clear his mind of conflicts.
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It was this skill that had him going about life as usual, only disabling cameras for short periods of time when he and Alec were being intimate. That, of course, was a pattern of behavior partially set to help in the future as much as being literally wrapped up in each other made it easy to whisper to each other about memories of the past and plans for the future. Now, in his workshop, he's attempting to put his pent-up energy to use by practicing some more difficult spells. Up in his tower, it's safer to experiment where it can't reach Alec or Izzy to cause any harm.
Not that it's easy to focus. When Alec peaks around the door, Magnus is lying on his back on the floor and staring up at the golden constellations painted on the workshop's ceiling. Tilting his head back and smiling at Alec upside-down, he nods and rolls over onto his stomach to regard his husband. "Yes, and I could use an outlet for this energy," he said, confident that Alec would understand as someone he knew often trained to help himself clear his mind of conflicts.