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Who: supercilious & pratservant
When: Several hours after this.
Where: Chambers, Patrol Headquarters
Format: Prose
What: Merlin waits for Arthur to return from his little visit with a cannibal.
Warnings: TBA
More than once, he thinks about going after Arthur.
It wasn't like he was fond of Isley. Merlin still remembers Arthur's frustration after their little 'Hearts Aflame' blind date, the tension in his jaw and shoulders when he came through the door. He'd been all but grinding his teeth. And now he was taking him dinner? Worse, he was taking the risk of being-
Yes. More than once, he thinks about going after Arthur. But not to apologize, and not to beg. He could bring Arthur back by force if he wanted to, right back to his side where he belongs. (Wait. Isn't that reversed?) It's not like Arthur could stop him. For all his steel and sinew, Merlin had the advantage and always has.
But he doesn't go. He sits on the bed instead, darkness outside the window. Not a single candle is lit, but the room is bright, illuminated by dozens and dozens of golden rabbits. They leap across the air, hop through walls, multiplying as they go. His magic used for seemingly frivilous purposes. Merlin had drawn a line in the sand over rabbits and ducks. He was determined to protect them. He's not even sure why, considering he's partaken of both.
Meanwhile, the two ducks that they've been caring for quack and huddle together in the corner. The magic frightens them, animals ever sensitive to such things. With that realization, Merlin sighs and lets his eyes return to a dull blue. The glowing outlines of rabbits vanish one by one.
Merlin swears they look like they're dying.
When: Several hours after this.
Where: Chambers, Patrol Headquarters
Format: Prose
What: Merlin waits for Arthur to return from his little visit with a cannibal.
Warnings: TBA
More than once, he thinks about going after Arthur.
It wasn't like he was fond of Isley. Merlin still remembers Arthur's frustration after their little 'Hearts Aflame' blind date, the tension in his jaw and shoulders when he came through the door. He'd been all but grinding his teeth. And now he was taking him dinner? Worse, he was taking the risk of being-
Yes. More than once, he thinks about going after Arthur. But not to apologize, and not to beg. He could bring Arthur back by force if he wanted to, right back to his side where he belongs. (Wait. Isn't that reversed?) It's not like Arthur could stop him. For all his steel and sinew, Merlin had the advantage and always has.
But he doesn't go. He sits on the bed instead, darkness outside the window. Not a single candle is lit, but the room is bright, illuminated by dozens and dozens of golden rabbits. They leap across the air, hop through walls, multiplying as they go. His magic used for seemingly frivilous purposes. Merlin had drawn a line in the sand over rabbits and ducks. He was determined to protect them. He's not even sure why, considering he's partaken of both.
Meanwhile, the two ducks that they've been caring for quack and huddle together in the corner. The magic frightens them, animals ever sensitive to such things. With that realization, Merlin sighs and lets his eyes return to a dull blue. The glowing outlines of rabbits vanish one by one.
Merlin swears they look like they're dying.