( everyone knows that story. caster thinks on her words that she presents to him, it's all so familiar that even he could reminiscence on them. that's a name he hasn't heard in a long while, that's enough to bring a smile on his face as he thinks back. he remembers telling king vortigern that the end was coming, but it was the siege laid out on the castle near monmouth that led to his demise. sadly, the end is but a reminder that great things come from out the mouth of flames. that was one of the sensitive turning points, but who succeeded after only played smoothly into what the future was meant to give them.
he hums softly in thought, nodding leisurely at what he manages to create that the female had spoke about. he makes sure that it's in a good condition to be handed over, and considering this is merlin's magic, he knows that it's more than good. the white petals lay against his own pale hand as he notes the way she keeps her distance from him now, and when he thought he was the one trying to make a run for it! he holds it out for her to take herself when she feels comfortable enough to do so. )
What a peculiar choice, the flower that symbolizes hope. ( he's looking it over one last time as if he's searching for answers that'll maybe expose why there's something interesting about their conversation. ) You must find me horrible, but do not forgive me, and instead, do take this in forgiveness of my sharp tongue. ( merlin has his moments, but he knows where he's done wrong. it must be odd for him to leave their previous conversation to focus on something else, but how he sees it now — there's no need to bring up any sour memories. ) Big Brother has to repent somehow so I'm sure you are aware how this goes? Tuck it under your pillow, and drift off into dreamland! I'm sure you can handle that, right?
( it's a quick just in case, clearing his throat: )
Hm? Are you gunna say something like, "Why should I trust you!" To be honest, I don't know why either!
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( everyone knows that story. caster thinks on her words that she presents to him, it's all so familiar that even he could reminiscence on them. that's a name he hasn't heard in a long while, that's enough to bring a smile on his face as he thinks back. he remembers telling king vortigern that the end was coming, but it was the siege laid out on the castle near monmouth that led to his demise. sadly, the end is but a reminder that great things come from out the mouth of flames. that was one of the sensitive turning points, but who succeeded after only played smoothly into what the future was meant to give them.
he hums softly in thought, nodding leisurely at what he manages to create that the female had spoke about. he makes sure that it's in a good condition to be handed over, and considering this is merlin's magic, he knows that it's more than good. the white petals lay against his own pale hand as he notes the way she keeps her distance from him now, and when he thought he was the one trying to make a run for it! he holds it out for her to take herself when she feels comfortable enough to do so. )
What a peculiar choice, the flower that symbolizes hope. ( he's looking it over one last time as if he's searching for answers that'll maybe expose why there's something interesting about their conversation. ) You must find me horrible, but do not forgive me, and instead, do take this in forgiveness of my sharp tongue. ( merlin has his moments, but he knows where he's done wrong. it must be odd for him to leave their previous conversation to focus on something else, but how he sees it now — there's no need to bring up any sour memories. ) Big Brother has to repent somehow so I'm sure you are aware how this goes? Tuck it under your pillow, and drift off into dreamland! I'm sure you can handle that, right?
( it's a quick just in case, clearing his throat: )
Hm? Are you gunna say something like, "Why should I trust you!" To be honest, I don't know why either!