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[ max has always been an tactile person, both in how he expresses things (it's easy to tell which people max likes simply by the fact he actively touches them and pretty much few others), and how he understands and deals with things. in magic, he has to use something solid, heavy - usually stones. there's always some physical, visual quality to his magic, and the lines in his skin and the way his body moves is all part of that. it's just as equally a physical sensation when he's casting, letting his magic flow from him, or just trying to expend it.

that need to expel the energy that merlin feels is something that comes from him, given max has a sort of broken valve on his magic, and a large part of how often he uses it is simply managing the overflow, but the feeling of it has always felt comforting and reassuring. regardless of whatever magic has done to max in his life, he knows what his magic feels like, and he knows the satisfaction in using it. it is a deeply personal, intimate feeling to experience another person's magic the same way, and he can understand how merlin wouldn't have expected it. he hadn't really had many to share it with, had he? if any. max is beyond pleased to let him have that here.

the part where he's also making out with him certainly doesn't hurt either. but it's the same - on some other kind of plane, feeling out of body, more like particles in the air, dust from the universe that comes together and falls apart to form one piece of reality or another. he knows the hand on his chest feels warm and inviting, and the lips sliding over his are sweet and delicately intimate, and the fingers laced in his are kind and careful. the magic in the ink at his palm brims at the surface, meeting with merlin's fingertips, and max squeezes back against his fingers, almost more stretching for more of the feeling than simply returning affection.

when they break, and merlin seems to come back to himself in a completely comical way, max can't help the laugh that peels from him, hand still resting against the nape of his neck. once the other's released, the sparks of magic between them dissipating like dandelion seeds blown away with the wind, he brings the other to ruffle at merlin's hair. how freaking cute. ]

I did. You. [ you freaking nerd. though said with a warm smile, fondness there. clearly this isn't something merlin does a whole lot. ]

Sorry. Got kind of excited. Is that okay?

[ that he kissed him. if not, he'll back off, obviously, but there is a grin under this fingers hiding his red cheeks (though not his red ears, which max tugs at a bit with a snicker). ]

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( he almost can't believe he's being asked that question - he did kiss back, didn't he? - but merlin nods a little too vigorously to confirm the okayness, the motion which has his face free of his hands, blushing cheeks hurt under the strength of his smile, which max can now witness for himself. an audible confirmation never quite reaches his mouth, so he hopes the physical qualifies enough for now, because a moment later and his expression droops, eyes falling to the ground.

max the boy witch. so forbidden it's nearly unheard of, something maybe even worse than the crime of magic. another thing camelot will hate about merlin, another thing he finds difficult to accept within himself because... because he will be shunned, if he does. a kiss from a boy which made him happier than he's ever been now feels a little like ash in his mouth, because he shouldn't want it, because it's a sinful crime -- not that merlin really believes that. he can't preach magic and turn down something else that defines a person, that a person can't choose as just is. but -- he isn't. he can't be. his mother would cry. arthur would be disgusted.

he just forgot. he sees max as magic personified, as a being and not a gender ( which isn't true, it can't be, he's so strong and handsome and tall ), that he forgot. someone will believe it, he'll lie a day longer, he'll fight it, because unlike magic which pours out of him in every step and every breath, gayness is secretive. it's hidden, no one needs to know, not even merlin. except -- max kissed him, and merlin kissed back, and he wants to do so again in the future -- another time that doesn't have to be spoiled by a lifelong insecurity, telling him you're wrong, you're evil, you must be dealt with. )

I'm a boy.

( like max doesn't already know -- and yet kissed him anyway? merlin shakes his head, bottom lip bitten. )

For -- I-I'm sorry, I, um, I'm not very... ( he shakes his head again, ridding it of thought, always trying to be understanding in a world with modern developments. it's just hard. accepting magic was easy, because it's something he likes in himself. homosexuality is another story. ) Boys can... kiss boys? W-what I mean is... that is -- isn't a crime for you, either..?

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[ oh lord. oh lord help him, he's so cute. the grinning, the nodding, the blush. it's like a school yard scene he never actually had the innocent childhood to live through. given BCR wasn't all that innocent or shy. but heaven or hell help him, merlin is precious beyond words, and it really just makes max want to toss him onto the bed and completely debauch him, but, thankfully, he realizes slow would probably be for the best here. ]

You are a boy. Unless I missed something.

[ with a mock frown, max brings his hands up to pat against merlin's chest here and there, like checking for boobs. nope, no boobs, definitely still a boy. in case you were worried about it. but he can watch the panic unfolding in his expression as well, can guess well enough considering the time period merlin came from, and he's chasing the warlock's hands, folding them into his own, with fingers curling to weave in merlin's. ]

It's okay. Nothing to be sorry for. [ absolutely nothing at all, and to make a point, he brings those hands up to his chest, and dips his head to kiss at the knuckles here and there. no one's going to explode, no one's going to come hunt them down for this. thumb passing gently over the side of his palms, max holds them there against his sternum, and steps close so he can speak quietly with him, only a few inches away. ]

Boys can kiss boys, boys can sleep with boys, boys can marry boys, and boys can adopt children with other boys. [ no that he'd done the latter two at all, but it's a possibility, and no one's going to get them in trouble for it. maybe they'd be judged a bit, but who cares, at this point? it's cuddle city, half the people are already smooching the same gender here. ]

It's all legal. Maybe not as socially accepted as one would like, but it's legal. [ and in eudio, probably only frowned on by the very opinionated. ]

[servanted]

( he almost feels bad for having such a guttural, instantaneous reaction -- max feeling around for boobs brings a sudden and unexpected giggle back to his lips, quick and thoughtless, and merlin almost brings a hand up as if to catch the sound and put it back into his mouth. max is quick to capture his hands though -- quick and endlessly tender, and merlin finds himself open and inviting for whatever affections he might have, squeezing his finger back around him.

these things don't happen to merlin, not usually. arthur is the one people want, and merlin can't exactly blame them -- arthur is handsome and brave and strong and all other things that merlin is not, and has a natural charm among people, and is in general better at this sort of thing. merlin is just inexperienced, though affectionate by nature, his own awkwardness prevents him from taking too many steps forward down that path of his life. max is a good counterpart for him, confident and affectionate without restraint, and merlin smiles at idle kisses, put entirely at ease in the intimacy of the moment. )

The future sounds like a very nice place.

( almost too good, but -- that's the point, isn't it? arthur will unite them, will inspire peace for centuries and centuries to come. he's happy that someone as good as max has the chance to live in a place where he can be himself, where he has -- friends, people who support him, who respect his magic.

merlin tips his head further to kiss max again, testing it out for himself. it's small, more grateful than anything else, there and gone as merlin pulls back with a smile tugging at his lips. )

Witch Haus? We can try some spells in my book, if you'd like.

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It has it's perks. [ the future. modern technology, modern mindsets on civil rights and social justice. hella good music, easy access to everything. fucking instagram. it's a pretty good life, especially for his people, when witch hunts aren't everyone's regular tuesday. not that that stops rural psychos doing mob justice, but. let's not talk about that. ] Hot showers, too.

[ wait until he tells you about shower sex, merlin. shower sex is a beautiful and wonderful thing, and wouldn't have been possible without modern technology. it's a gift.

but that's a very intimate talk for another time. maybe first their should be a little more kissing, and that, they can continue at his house, where arthur isn't possibly going to be walking in on them. that, and, doing magic as much as they want, anywhere they want. witch haus is a safe place. something max loves about it. ]

Sure, pack it up, and anything else you need. I'll set up the spell.

[ tugging his spell paper back out, along with a pencil, max goes about drawing a few more lines here and there, muttering numbers to himself, writing in archaic latin around the sides. it doesn't take too long, given he'd had most of it set up already. just had to account for bringing merlin back with him. tugging out the bag of ground amethyst, sprinkling a faint line of it around in a circle on the floor, big enough for both of them to stand in. ]

Ready?