Yeah? And he knows, about your magic? That's good, to have someone. [ he can imagine how lonely it would be for him, especially with the whole kingdom he's working to protect would just as soon burn him at the stake if they knew how he was protecting them. it's bullshit, and it's unfair. max knows merlin as the hero all the legends and history classes told him about, but to meet him like this is so... surreal. humbling, maybe. he's just a young man. can't even be far into his twenties. not that max didn't know plenty about the world even younger, hadn't seen horrors and miracles all the same. but there's still something very young and very simple about him, making max wish he could've been brought to a place like BCR rather than alone in Camelot. but then he talks about king arthur's sword, and max is reaching out for his shoulders in excitement, grinning wide, because holy shit. ]
Excalibur! You have any idea of famous that things ends up? [ do you know how awesome you are? how awesome that thing that you did is? it's awesome as freaking hell and there's still nothing like it in the world. ] You sure as hell hid it well. People have been looking for it for over a thousand years, myself included.
[ if it even still exists anymore. he'd spent a while around wales and the UK, going from site to site, chasing arthurian legend more as a passing fancy. there wasn't any real hope of finding it. max eyes watch the blue flame with a softness in him, like viewing a sunset or the ocean. a silent forest covered in snow. beauties of nature. max is fireproof, he knows that, he was born that way with how his demonic magic works, but all of the history they know about merlin is that he wasn't bound to a plane - there wasn't any rules with borrowing or with what's dissonant for him, so really, he could probably touch max's hellfire and be just fine. then again, different universes. still, he's curious, but he doesn't want to go telling merlin to stick his hand into fire right now. instead, he blows at the flames flickering around his fingertips, and sends small streams of hellfire to weave and twist around the blue flame - something that burns brighter, a deeper color to it, a more volatile kind of aura, and yet, it's more comforting to max than anything else. ]
I know what you mean. I didn't really meet anyone who used it for more than a weapon until I was... 14. [ he murmurs quietly, while watching their magic mix and meld and interact. he's always loved doing this with his friends - tris, marco and dani. it never stops being worth watching in wonder. ] But that's not most people. The same way Uther isn't most people. When I met the rest of the world, I knew that.
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Excalibur! You have any idea of famous that things ends up? [ do you know how awesome you are? how awesome that thing that you did is? it's awesome as freaking hell and there's still nothing like it in the world. ] You sure as hell hid it well. People have been looking for it for over a thousand years, myself included.
[ if it even still exists anymore. he'd spent a while around wales and the UK, going from site to site, chasing arthurian legend more as a passing fancy. there wasn't any real hope of finding it. max eyes watch the blue flame with a softness in him, like viewing a sunset or the ocean. a silent forest covered in snow. beauties of nature. max is fireproof, he knows that, he was born that way with how his demonic magic works, but all of the history they know about merlin is that he wasn't bound to a plane - there wasn't any rules with borrowing or with what's dissonant for him, so really, he could probably touch max's hellfire and be just fine. then again, different universes. still, he's curious, but he doesn't want to go telling merlin to stick his hand into fire right now. instead, he blows at the flames flickering around his fingertips, and sends small streams of hellfire to weave and twist around the blue flame - something that burns brighter, a deeper color to it, a more volatile kind of aura, and yet, it's more comforting to max than anything else. ]
I know what you mean. I didn't really meet anyone who used it for more than a weapon until I was... 14. [ he murmurs quietly, while watching their magic mix and meld and interact. he's always loved doing this with his friends - tris, marco and dani. it never stops being worth watching in wonder. ] But that's not most people. The same way Uther isn't most people. When I met the rest of the world, I knew that.