I've never known a Blaise. Gaius is like my second father, though. ( is he slightly disgruntled about people getting gaius' name wrong?????? maybe. but gaius definitely wouldn't mind -- he'd say something like 'it isn't my story, merlin, it's yours' and simultaneously made merlin feel better and worse about it. he's good at that.
he hums an inquisitive noise, considering. )
The flame I'd casted on the lance died, it remained ordinary though Lancelot always favored it. However... ( his eyes light up with a little mischief, navy blue and endlessly full of tricks and wisdom. ) Arthur's sword is something else entirely. That which was bathed in a dragon's flame, and could penetrate any armor, and defeat anything. His sword, Excalibur, which I forged for him.
( okay so maybe kilgharrah crafted it for him, and merlin accidentally let uther use it and it was a tender subject between them for a little while. LISTEN he did it for arthur, and that was the importance of it -- everything he does, he does it for arthur. excalibur was no exception to the limitless list of things he would accomplish, when arthur's life in on the line.
regardless, his thoughts are quickly stolen once max's tattoos start acting up -- merlin bends a little to watch them, eyes wide and curious as they light up and course throughout his body, landing on the opposite side, which merlin follows quite closely. having the correct channels right on your body to posses powerful magic -- it seems almost like a cheat, but a smart one, and merlin delights in watching it, a hand lifting up to touch but quickly falling back to his side, offering an apologetic grin. it would probably be hot, and merlin isn't too excited to get burned. instead he just stares at them for awhile more, following the line work again and again, as if committing it to memory. )
So... so incredible. ( merlin holds out his palm, eyes flickering gold before a small, blue flame pops up in the center of it, the tip of it following his eyes and getting bigger as he looks back up to max. now they match, sort of. merlin smiles, big but soft. ) It's... it's so good, to be reminded of how beautiful magic can be, when good people use it. I've met so many sorcerers who've used magic selfishly, who've forgotten that wonder and awe are... really the basis for a thing as natural as rivers or forests. ( he hums, eyes dropping back to max's tattoos. ) I was lucky to have met you, Max.
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he hums an inquisitive noise, considering. )
The flame I'd casted on the lance died, it remained ordinary though Lancelot always favored it. However... ( his eyes light up with a little mischief, navy blue and endlessly full of tricks and wisdom. ) Arthur's sword is something else entirely. That which was bathed in a dragon's flame, and could penetrate any armor, and defeat anything. His sword, Excalibur, which I forged for him.
( okay so maybe kilgharrah crafted it for him, and merlin accidentally let uther use it and it was a tender subject between them for a little while. LISTEN he did it for arthur, and that was the importance of it -- everything he does, he does it for arthur. excalibur was no exception to the limitless list of things he would accomplish, when arthur's life in on the line.
regardless, his thoughts are quickly stolen once max's tattoos start acting up -- merlin bends a little to watch them, eyes wide and curious as they light up and course throughout his body, landing on the opposite side, which merlin follows quite closely. having the correct channels right on your body to posses powerful magic -- it seems almost like a cheat, but a smart one, and merlin delights in watching it, a hand lifting up to touch but quickly falling back to his side, offering an apologetic grin. it would probably be hot, and merlin isn't too excited to get burned. instead he just stares at them for awhile more, following the line work again and again, as if committing it to memory. )
So... so incredible. ( merlin holds out his palm, eyes flickering gold before a small, blue flame pops up in the center of it, the tip of it following his eyes and getting bigger as he looks back up to max. now they match, sort of. merlin smiles, big but soft. ) It's... it's so good, to be reminded of how beautiful magic can be, when good people use it. I've met so many sorcerers who've used magic selfishly, who've forgotten that wonder and awe are... really the basis for a thing as natural as rivers or forests. ( he hums, eyes dropping back to max's tattoos. ) I was lucky to have met you, Max.