he enjoyed rainy days sometimes. he enjoyed them not because they made him feel cozy, or because the sound of rain tapping upon his rooftop sounded like music, but simply because the mood of the weather matched his mood when it rained, and some part of it made him feel so real, and no longer partially fake. after all, all of magic was nearly a falsity, a supposedly impossible act done to draw ooh's and aah's from an unsuspecting crowd. at least, that's how mundane magic functioned. he was different, he had told himself a hundred and a dozen times, but, sometimes, he did not feel that much different from an act, and those were the days his mood was the most rainy. tonight, however, the rain had ceased pour upon the city, and the sun's rays were peaking across the horizon as magnus awoke. it had been raining for the past week, and the sunlight made him think of alexander.