Why had he thought that attendance at a birthday party was progress? Why had he deluded himself? Wishful thinking was a powerful thing.
"No difference? It doesn't matter that I'm centuries old and every birthday reminds me that I'm one year closer to watching my friends age and move on and die, leaving me behind? That all it is is marking time until I lose you?" Magnus swallowed past a sudden lump in his throat, anger and sadness competing inside of him until, he realized, he was gripping his glass tight enough that it might crack.
"You liked your birthday party. You enjoyed yourself. Don't be a dick and throw it back in my face like it was a chore for you." He pushed himself away from the wall, away from Alec. "No matter how much you might wish it, Alexander, you don't get to stop living just because Max isn't," he snapped quietly.
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Date: 2017-01-31 09:54 pm (UTC)"No difference? It doesn't matter that I'm centuries old and every birthday reminds me that I'm one year closer to watching my friends age and move on and die, leaving me behind? That all it is is marking time until I lose you?" Magnus swallowed past a sudden lump in his throat, anger and sadness competing inside of him until, he realized, he was gripping his glass tight enough that it might crack.
"You liked your birthday party. You enjoyed yourself. Don't be a dick and throw it back in my face like it was a chore for you." He pushed himself away from the wall, away from Alec. "No matter how much you might wish it, Alexander, you don't get to stop living just because Max isn't," he snapped quietly.