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[merlinianblood]

[The past month has not been kind to Dave.

He’s still upset over Jane’s sudden departure, still bitter because Balthazar isn’t here, still anxious because Drake is.

He’s more anxious over the Morganian’s presence now than when he first arrived, though, which Dave didn’t think was possible. Then again, he never thought he’d have to tell Drake about

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[strange_ling]

[Dave, so consumed by his thoughts, might not immediately notice the Mist as it curls and gathers in soft tendrils at his feet. In fact, it's the cold that is most likely to grab his attention, deepening and penetrating as the boy ruminates.]

[merlinianblood]

[Dave takes a few more steps before he notices the chill and stops in his tracks.

It's probably just some weird weather.

Except... there's something about it that feels wrong.

A few heartbeats later, he glances down at the ground and claps a hand over his mouth to keep a scream at bay.]

[strange_ling]

[Scream all you like, Dave, there's no one -- and nothing -- to hear you. Not yet. But he knows what the Mist brings with it, and the weighty feeling of being followed settles on his shoulders, and suddenly every step feels like he's walking through molasses.]

[merlinianblood]

[The plasma Dave was gathering in his palm dissipates within seconds and he finds he's suddenly much less concerned with the Mist than he is with the sensation of eyes on his back.

And on his front.

And everywhere.

The hairs on his neck and arms stand on end. He tries to push past the sensation, to move more quickly and get away from whatever's watching him, but his legs won't cooperate.]

I don't care what the script said, I'm spelling it Merlinian

[str8up_sinister]

[It's been a few weeks since Drake's life was turned upside down. Learning that your life from a certain point has been a lie does weird things to a man, and Drake is no different.

He's been even more isolated since then than he was during his research binge. He'd like to say he's mostly been plotting that whole time, but really it's been split between plotting and having a pants-shittingly terrifying existential crisis.

Drake has decided that tonight is the night to make his move. With the Strangelings loose, no one would notice the disappearance of a fairly isolated student (at least, for a while).

It's almot a blessing when Drake sees the Merlinian wander off into the stadium alone. It's a nice, large arena to kick his ass in unnoticed. Almost like Dave wanted to die.

Drake takes off in pursuit not long after Dave enters the stadium. He know it's not the smartest thing to be doing right now, but fuck the Strangelings. This is revenge.]

FIGHT THE MAN

[merlinianblood]

[Dave's still in the middle of his Circle when Drake appears. The young Merlinian is breathing hard and trying to regather himself before he heads back inside, but the calm that settled over him is quickly stripped away as soon as he notices Drake.

The thing is, with the memory of the Mist still crawling up his spine, Dave isn't really thinking that Drake's going to try to kill him.

Dave's thinking that Drake already did try. That he's involved with the Mist, somehow. That all of the suspicions he had when Drake first showed up were completely true.

He glares at the Morganian, but doesn't move.]

What even is this tag

[str8up_sinister]

[The second Drake sets eyes on Dave, he knows, deep down, something is wrong. Very wrong. Of course, any normal person could tell that Dave was in a state. The heavy breathing and inexplicable expression give it away instantly.

But what Drake is seeing, feeling, comes from deep in his bones. It's the magic in him, past the showy tricks he subscribes to, even past what distinguishes him as a disciple of Morgana. It's the primal magic, entwined in the DNA every sorcerer and sorceress, screaming in every fiber of his being that this is Not Right.

He wants to listen it it, with all his body and soul he does, but his head and heart are far louder at the moment. They're calling for blood of this stupid little twat (this being of unimaginable power)

awesome, is what. ♥

[merlinianblood]

[There's something stirring in Dave as well, though it's not the fear he knows so well. It's much stronger, much more resolute, and far angrier than anything he's ever felt before.

He clenches and unclenches his fists at his sides and when he speaks, his voice is low and gruff.]

Drake.

You did this, didn't you?