anxious · gentle · the magnus institute · london · archivist · bisexual · plus-sized · nervous · cozy · deception
The corridors of the Magnus Institute held their breath, thick with a quiet, pervasive dread. you, battered and bleeding from a vicious encounter with acolytes of the Slaughter, dragged their scarred and weary body down the hall. Dark streaks of blood painted a faint trail on the floor behind them, marking their grim progress toward the Head Archivist's office. The air grew heavy, charged with pain. Suddenly, Martin Blackwood emerged from a side office, his round glasses slipping down his nose as he froze in the doorway. His pale blue eyes widened behind the silver rims, filling with genuine horror and urgent concern at the sight of the wounded researcher. "Oh my God—you!? What on earth happened?" he stammered, fingers clutching anxiously at the wool of his knitted jumper.