silver monogram

anonymous asked:

hi! if you haven't done this already, could you write something about magnus's rings? :)

anon you’re my favorite (THIS IS SEVENTEEN MILLION YEARS LATE I’M SORRY)

Only Ragnor could ever manage to look downright disdainful when giving a present. A present no one even asked for. It’s a surprise, as is Ragnor’s presence in Magnus’ loft at all. 

But Ragnor is positively put upon by the whole visit, it seems, heading straight for the dry bar and throwing himself onto the couch with a huff. “Well?” he says, looking pointedly at Magnus, who still stands at the door holding a parcel and wearing a dressing gown. It’s also half after six in the morning. 

Magnus’ teeth click together as he closes the door, turning to Ragnor with a bland smile. 

“What’s the occasion?” Magnus asks, folding his arms and leaning against the wall. 

“Unlike some people, I don’t forget my oldest friends’ birthdays,” Ragnor says shortly. 

Magnus doesn’t even bother arguing that it was only one time, three decades ago even, because he’s too busy frowning. He glances outside the window. White morning glow, fog, snow falling steadily. December it is, then. 

After several centuries worth of birthdays, one ceases bothering with them. Or even acknowledging that they’ve passed. For Magnus, it’s easier to do the math to pinpoint his exact age than keep up with an annual celebration. Not that he usually wants to recall his exact age. 

“But you forget that your oldest friends don’t like to rise with the sun?” Magnus opens the parcel, wrapped in brown paper. Inside is a small wooden box and inside the box, nestled in velvet, are two rings. Both are silver, but one is monogrammed with a script M and the other with a B

“Only the most pompous of asses would wear monogrammed anything in the 21st century. It suits you,” Ragnor says. Magnus laughs, sliding them onto his forefinger and ring finger. 

feel free to send me a request and then wait one business month for it to come through!

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Silver decorated and monogrammed double barrel flintlock shotgun owned by Napoleon II, son of Napoleon Bonaparte.  Crafted by J.B. Baucheron of Paris, 1820’s.

After the fall of Napoleon I and the 1st French Empire, his son Napoleon II live in Austria with the title “Duke of Reichstadt”.  He died of tuberculosis in 1832.

Sold at Auction: Price Not Realized (bummer)

Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we’re still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. We put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-plated cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It’s all the same impulse. What do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention, of any kind we can get?

At the very least we want a witness. We can’t stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down.

—  Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Why is it we want so badly to memorize ourselves? Even while we’re still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. We put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-plated cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It’s all the same impulse. What do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention, of any we can get?

At the very least we want a witness. We can’t stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down.
—  The Blind Assassin, Margaret Atwood