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- Chop, lift, place.
- Not hard, nor tedious, steady paced leisure-labour, he saws another piece for its place; a wooden garden bed for he and his--
- Chop:
- A little boy, rake-thin over the bathroom sink, chops sections of curling hair from himself to make himself more /him/-self. Someone warm sees, recognises, /loves/, and lets curls fall without complaint.
- Lift:
- The sun, and then blocked out; a little boy eclipses it, thrown high and giggling as gravity thumps him down and into the arms of someone warm. Laughter in a treasured chest, safe even when lifted to the sky.
- Place:
- The living room becomes lived in, the kitchen graced with dirty dishes placed lazy after long meals. A little boy who knows many things objectively, and someone warm who makes a place a home.
- Chop, lift, place.
- "Son," Magnus calls, and Angus comes running with a skip in his step that has both of them giggling at the newness of it.
- Giggles turn to gasps turn to teary eyes when Angus sees why Magnus has called him. A garden bed, finished, holding a range of vegetables-to-be and herbs Magnus hopes to be useful for magic.
- Angus runs a hand through choppy curls. Lifts his arms, wanting, and places a foot on the sturdy wood frame of their new veggie patch. Magnus accommodates, and pulls a little boy into big, warm arms.
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