#Tamara ans Jasper has a bet going on how long it will take those two to realize that they like each other

[thatoneer]

I don't remember much anout the ending of Magisterium, but I'm gonna write anyway.

(There will be spoilers from the last book)

After everything, Aaron's head was usually found in the highest clouds, he zoned off, more than not. Sometimes he forgot his basic needs, food didn't always taste good, or anything at all, colours seemed to be paler. Sometimes, the opposite happens. Often, though, he was just there, steady. Maybe it was the consequence of dying, he had this urge to live and he remembered how it was to not be fully alive; maybe he were more of a soul now than a human, like he was there to antagonize a chaos that didn't exist.

Except that it did.

"I can be Call's counterweight" he said what seemed to be ages ago. And Call was still there.

Aaron started to realize that, near Call, it was easier. Everything was easier. The blond may had been the oposite of the Makar, but it worked the other way around too. Tamara was the first one to notice. "You are here when he's around" she whispered to no one, bewildered, while studying her friends; Aaron couldn't help but hear, she was right, Call kept him centred, he had to prove it, though. And so he did.

He analized the pros and cons for a week, when he finaly asked his friend, worried about Call's reaction. "Can I hold your hand?" He tried to explain his theory, but the brunette only shrugged in the half of the explanation and took Aaron's hand in his. It fit. Aaron was anchored in reality. Tamara gave them a knowing look, but said nothing.

Since then, Call and Aaron walked holding hands.