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ON HIATUS BACK NEXT YEAR

Magnus was never the hopeless romantic.
Yeah, it's not like he spent the entirety of school wondering how fluffy his soulmates hair would be, what color would it be? Would their hands be soft or calloused? Warm? Cold? What kind of food would they like? Falafels, hopefully. Ohmygods their eyes? What beautiful color would- yeah, no overstatement of the fucking century.

Magnus was infatuated with the idea of soulmates.
The peerson ment- no made, for you, the one who would stay by your side forever.

Alex fucking hated this 'soulmate' shit.
Understatement of the fucking century.
Or at least thats what they wanted to think.