If only it were that easy, but Magnus has been wrestling with magic issues since the other world they were in before this one. He doesn't expect any amount of angelic energy to clear it up, no matter how appealing it is to hold onto Alec right now –mostly because he's still desperate to maintain the connection in case he really does wake up from this alone and disoriented.
Speaking of which... "The last thing I do remember is sleeping on a sofa that belongs to this charming couple. They let me stay a few nights in exchange for autographs. Oh–! I am well-renowned author in this world. Very famous from what I gather. It's a cover story that I will be delighted to tell you more about later."
Once he figures out how the hell to get out of here. Magnus recalls the fox saying something similar as well, but their task can't be that simple, can it? On the other hand, if this really is a dream, then there's no reason why absurd theatrics would be out of place.
God, he almost hopes not. Solely because he doesn't want to lose Alec again and hasn't stopped thinking about him for what already feels like an eternity.
He mentally shakes himself out of the despair in an attempt to re-focus on the task at hand. "Returning to your earlier point, being out of magic isn't the issue. The way realms function and how they're oriented to another differs significantly from our own world. I can only travel small distances, but if your theory is correct, then all the necessary ingredients to escape should be here." He gestures to the kitchen around them. "You didn't also murder the robot-chef, did you?"
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Speaking of which... "The last thing I do remember is sleeping on a sofa that belongs to this charming couple. They let me stay a few nights in exchange for autographs. Oh–! I am well-renowned author in this world. Very famous from what I gather. It's a cover story that I will be delighted to tell you more about later."
Once he figures out how the hell to get out of here. Magnus recalls the fox saying something similar as well, but their task can't be that simple, can it? On the other hand, if this really is a dream, then there's no reason why absurd theatrics would be out of place.
God, he almost hopes not. Solely because he doesn't want to lose Alec again and hasn't stopped thinking about him for what already feels like an eternity.
He mentally shakes himself out of the despair in an attempt to re-focus on the task at hand. "Returning to your earlier point, being out of magic isn't the issue. The way realms function and how they're oriented to another differs significantly from our own world. I can only travel small distances, but if your theory is correct, then all the necessary ingredients to escape should be here." He gestures to the kitchen around them. "You didn't also murder the robot-chef, did you?"