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[tatty_bye]

Who: Reaver and Merlin
Where: Merlin's Cabin
When: Just after the end of the flood.
What: Merlin casts a spell. Reaver is suspicious

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[takeyouapart]

Merlin was...still reeling a bit from an educative few days with Valmont, but none of his more personal problems were relevant to the massive problem of dealing with Reaver. The flood had put a halt on things but now he was ready to get on with them, and (after some cautious testing) he could judge the spell he'd adapted as ready for use.

He was at one of his workbenches, ten feet from the door, and waved a hand to open it from where he was sitting.

"'Evening."

[tatty_bye]

Reaver straightened his vest and stepped into the room, looking as self-important and assured as ever. He's not as dressed up as he usually is, sans the usual gloves or a jacket -- never a hat. It was just a sign of how relaxed he was; his wardrobe could almost be seen as a shield for him. The more layers, the more he felt the need to 'mean business', after all.

"Just couldn't wait to see me again, could you?" he teased.

[takeyouapart]

"Yeah, I was crying myself to sleep at night," he deadpanned, then turned a page in his grimoire. "Seriously, though, I'm sorry I didn't check on you. Were you affected, did you have another Warden?"

[tatty_bye]

"Nothing to report. I enjoyed the peace and quiet." He shrugged lazily. "So weep no more, my Warden, for you have me all to yourself once again."

[takeyouapart]

"Brilliant." He flattened a hand over the page of his grimoire and murmured a spell, the language ancient and to most incomprehensible; his eyes flashed gold.

Hopefully Reaver wouldn't have felt anything.

[tatty_bye]

Though magicians in his own world did not speak to cast spells, this was something he had never seen Merlin do before. Naturally, he was immediately suspicious. "What are you doing?"

[takeyouapart]

"Work." He gestured across the table: his spellbook and a couple of other tomes, a few jars of ingredients, a rather complicated tangle of glass instruments that he was using to brew a potion.

[tatty_bye]

He rolled his eyes, deciding then and there that it had nothing to do with him. "What did you need to talk to me about in person?"

[takeyouapart]

That had been surprisingly straightforward. And it wasn't technically dishonest. Wardening Reaver was work.

"Nothing, I just think the...those," he gestured at his nearby communicator, "are a bit impersonal. And I wanted to see for myself that you were all right after the flood. I'm glad you weren't affected. Not that I can't think of a lot of reasons you wouldn't mind being stuck to somebody for three days," he added under his breath.

[tatty_bye]

"It would have changed your life," he said flatly, eying him now.

[takeyouapart]

"Quite like my life how it is already, thanks. What d'you think needs changing, exactly?"

If Reaver even got an inkling of what he'd discussed with Valmont, Merlin was reasonably sure that he would never hear the end of it. Ever.

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"So sorry, my sweet, but I already have a client," he said, pouting. "I would have to charge you a rather steep fee for a full consultation."

[takeyouapart]

"I'll learn to live with it. S'pose I'd be wasting my breath asking you if you've thought any more about getting a job?"

[tatty_bye]

"Why are you so intent on seeing me wash dishes like a common servant?"

[takeyouapart]

"Firstly, it's not washing dishes 'like a common servant', it's just washing dishes. Secondly, I'm not. You could work in the library if you wanted, or the garden. I just think you need to be doing something all day, and better yet if it's something where you actually talk to people. Make some friends."

[tatty_bye]

Reaver looked hurt. "Merlin, I am a regular social butterfly, which anyone will tell you, and I hardly need another job to improve upon that." Leave alone that he said nothing of friends. It was such a cute word for temporary and convenient entertainments.