Desire

The moment Alka left them, Magnus felt the atmosphere shift.

"Weed," Lucien conversationally told the fire mage. "It's the bane of my life. Alka makes me labour at every opportunity that he gets."

Magnus chuckled. Lulu felt like a stranger to him. He couldn't reach out and tousle his red hair like he used to. He was dealing with a man, not a child.

"Lulu, do you have someone special in your life?" He asked the redhead.

"Syryn is special to me," Lucien replied. "But if you're asking about the people I've dated, the answer is no."

Magnus thought right then that Lucien was the same as he was. His relationships had been built upon the foundation of sex and the desperation for happiness in times of hardship.

"What about you, Magnus? Is Mina your special someone?" Lucien asked as he made eye contact with the fire mage.

"I don't know," Magnus honestly answered. "Mina is great."