Talking to the birds. Like Twitter, but with actual birds.
Nevermind. You know, with you giving a blow-by-blow account like that, I’m almost afraid that something will go terribly wrong and you’ll have to walk all the way here instead.
The swans. They’ve got some pretty interesting stories. Come on over and I’ll introduce you.
[ Yeah, Merlin’s about to find out that Jacen can really talk to animals. It’s his brand of magic, albeit a weird one. Hard to explain, really, but that’s just how it is. ]
They’ve been laughing at my misfortune but they’re not so bad once you get to know them.
Listen, I'm still getting used to phones. You don't need to bring up comic books too. [ He's mostly kidding! But also time travel nonsense is horrifyingly exhausting and a bit alarming. A lot alarming. ]
...You might be onto something. Predicting the future pretty much always goes wrong.
Just like you can't really force magic to happen if it's not...happening yet. Your master sounds like a bit of a prick. [ #notmymaster ]
haha I googled "Merlin in fiction" for that tag and there was lots of crazy to choose from
Too bad I can't type fast yet. [ His speed is approximately 'grandfather changing the time on a digital stove clock' right now, with just index fingers, preferably while the phone is laid out flat. He's...getting there. ]
Listen, there's probably a good reason I haven't written any books yet.
Yeah, I've met a few of those before. Is he at least helpful? With the magic bit?
no problem at all! I haven't been looking at bakerstreet much but we can psl if you're interested?
Nobody was fast when they got their first phone. It takes practice.
Can't force texting if it's not happening. :)
[See, he can try to be inspirational too. Some times. Maybe. Moving on.]
Oh yeah, totally. Everything I've learned and achieved it's thanks to him. I wouldn't be who I am today without him. Also since he speaks 21st century, he makes magical concepts easier to understand.
It's not about being weird, it's about... using concepts I'm familiar with and understand better? Does that make any sense? My first spell was to make a fireball so he made me picture the molecules and make them shake, like in Physics.
To be fair I was still a bit skeptical about the whole magic business then...
[ 'Blood' apparently doesn't mean much, here. Merlin's burning up with the thought of it - of how horrible Justine's parents have always sounded, every time he's heard about her family. Some people are just mean, and you shouldn't have to stick around them because you've got the same last name or because they told you you've got a certain purpose that they want to see you fulfill for them.
But Merlin, staring down at his phone, doesn't get to write any of that down, because the door creaks open. ] Justine--
[ It's just a reflexive repetition of her name. Merlin's entire expression, lit up with righteous indignation, has a sudden bucket of water upended on its coals. He swallows and his eyebrows meet in a worried furrow. ] Well, we're friends. [ It sounds almost too simple, even to his own ears. Too bare. ]
Aren't we? [ He takes a half-step forward, hand reaching out - for Justine, for the door, he isn't sure - but then lets it fall back to his side. He's already shoved his phone back in a pocket. ] You're my friend.
[ She can't answer him. Not at first. She just stands, staring at him -- reeling from this information that's been given to her. They're friends? Friends. ]
I've... I've never, ahh... h-had friends. [ Or anyone, really. But friends weren't really a thing for her. She grew up amongst some of her older cousins, she supposes. But none of them actually wanted to be her friend nor were they even particularly kind to her either. She's truly always felt like the black sheep of the family - or rather, the white sheep, considering her family is entirely made up of demons.
She falters when he reaches for her and she wants nothing more than to reach back but-- ]
I... haven't, uh.. really b-been a good fr--iend, though. Have I? Or--ah, w-well. A g-good wife either, I... s-uppose. [ She clenches her jaw, brow drawing downwards in frustration and takes a breath to steady herself.
God, she feels awful. And a lot of other things she can't really begin to describe-- did she always feel this lonely? Before this? Did it always sting so much before he said it? She bites her lower lip hard. ]
Merlin, I--
[ Why is talking so hard? ]
i came here to destroy everyone's hearts and i'm having a great time right now
You'd mentioned. [ She'd implied. Merlin interjects with it just to give some sort of mirroring, to show he's listening. But then he's less sure of what to offer to fix this. Justine sounds nervous - more than, actually. She sounds a lot like how Merlin feels right before a do-or-die moment, like the time the Great Dragon started attacking the town. It makes his own throat feel a little tight, his own heart beat a little faster.
Merlin comes forward towards the door a half-step, then reassesses the fact that he's still staring at the chain strung across the opening. ] Look, I think-- both of us are rubbish at this. Okay? But it doesn't mean we won't get it right eventually.
[ There's not a lot to touch, while they're mostly cut off by a cracked-open door, but Merlin ends up settling his hand across what he can reach of Justine's fingers, on the door frame. ] Didn't kill me yet, so we're doing alright, I think.
Y-you think we.. we c-could, uh-- actually m-make something right... out of... out of all this? [ Because the chance of actually having this, of making it right is too sweet of a feeling to let go. He's listening to her - in a life where she's never been listened to, as if she had nothing to say worth listening to-- he's listening. And it hurts because he's sweet, he cares - despite their frictions, he's good. He's trying.
His hand finds her fingers through the door, how cool they feel in comparison to her too-warm skin. Her cheeks burn and she's lost for a moment, floundering internally with the simple touch - and she doesn't pull away. How-- how are they supposed to get this right? What's the thing to do?
She startles out a laugh: ] No... no, I suppose I uh, haven't, actually. Th-that's... actually a g-good... point.
[ Justine hesitates for a long time, just staring at his hand on her fingers. She still doesn't move them away. Finally she looks up at him through the crack in the door, she's definitely nervous. Her voice is quiet, barely above a whisper - a slight trill to her words from that nervousness, almost anticipation. She licks at her lips but her mouth feels dry. ]
Merlin, do... do you th-think you could... uh, maybe-- get your hand out of the d-door? [ A beat. ] ... Please? I'm... I'm n-not going to lock the ah, d-door again, promise.
[ You know, she'd rather just not jam his hand in it while trying to actually open it properly. ]
[ Merlin's nodding is a slow, subtle thing, because he's nervous, too. But he also can't help but look at Justine during the moments when she's happy — reading, or the one time she'd come back to their room and gushed to him about the castle library, or when he'd gifted her a little wooden trinket of a bookmark — and think that there's always been someone worth knowing, in there. It's just that it's buried under— other things. Fear, maybe. Like how some of Merlin's own softness is occasionally buried by duty or reactive anger. ] Yeah. Yeah, I think we could make something out of this.
[ Justine doesn't flinch away from his fingers resting on hers, and Merlin feels relief wash over him. The remaining irritation from earlier seems swept away in it.
So he's a bit alarmed at that request, at first. The initial expression on his face is naked betrayal, but then his eyebrows go up as he realizes— ] Why, what— oh, right, sure. I'll just, uh— [ He takes a step back, fingers still lingering on Justine's, before he laughs ah shakes his head and finally takes his hand away. ]
It really is too hot out here, so I hope you're telling the truth. [ There's mischief in his face now, as he waits for the door to be shut so he can be let in. ]
tfln overflow; soloflight
Yeah, I know. [ It's a plus, a huge plus. Not lying is a weight off his shoulders. ]
I feel like I'm missing a lot of this story. I hope you're feeling chatty during lunch.
I'll be there in ten minutes? Maybe fifteen if this bus driver doesn't feel like threatening everyone's lives as much as usual?
these boys should go on a roadtrip and merlin freaks at jacen’s driving lol
Don’t rush and get yourself killed along the way. I’m just here, twittering.
[ Is he joking? You can never tell with Jace, really. His jokes are so bad. ]
omg yes. Merlin panicking and stopping the car via magic, cue fight
I don't know what that's implying and at this point, I'm afraid to ask.
ETA minus eight minutes, assuming this bus driver remains unafraid of death by car
[ Please don't get bitten by another tiger in that time, Jace. ]
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Like Twitter, but with actual birds.
Nevermind.
You know, with you giving a blow-by-blow account like that, I’m almost afraid that something will go terribly wrong and you’ll have to walk all the way here instead.
[ Jace. You don’t say things like that. ]
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[ Can Jace actually talk to animals or is he fucking with him? Will Merlin ever really know for sure? ]
Don't you jinx me now, Jace.
[ Fine, Merlin's going to set himself a real challenge and not text for five whole minutes. Five whole completely uneventful minutes. ]
I'm by the giraffe, where are you again? "birds" doesn't really narrow it down.
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[ Yeah, Merlin’s about to find out that Jacen can really talk to animals. It’s his brand of magic, albeit a weird one. Hard to explain, really, but that’s just how it is. ]
They’ve been laughing at my misfortune but they’re not so bad once you get to know them.
tfln over; dragonring
Listen, I'm still getting used to phones. You don't need to bring up comic books too. [ He's mostly kidding! But also time travel nonsense is horrifyingly exhausting and a bit alarming. A lot alarming. ]
...You might be onto something. Predicting the future pretty much always goes wrong.
Just like you can't really force magic to happen if it's not...happening yet. Your master sounds like a bit of a prick. [ #notmymaster ]
haha I googled "Merlin in fiction" for that tag and there was lots of crazy to choose from
[Dave is pretty impressed, to be honest. Then again, this is Motherfucking Merlin (TM).]
Can't force magic to happen if it's not happening... sure. That could almost go on a physics book.
He can be. Some times. Most of the time? He's a good man, he's just been through a lot. (Don't tell him I said that.)
it's been 84 years but also i didn't forget & if you have TLs elsewhere you know where to find me..!
Listen, there's probably a good reason I haven't written any books yet.
Yeah, I've met a few of those before. Is he at least helpful? With the magic bit?
no problem at all! I haven't been looking at bakerstreet much but we can psl if you're interested?
Can't force texting if it's not happening. :)
[See, he can try to be inspirational too. Some times. Maybe. Moving on.]
Oh yeah, totally. Everything I've learned and achieved it's thanks to him. I wouldn't be who I am today without him. Also since he speaks 21st century, he makes magical concepts easier to understand.
yes, definitely!
What's weird about how I talk? You're the ones who sound odd.
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To be fair I was still a bit skeptical about the whole magic business then...
tfln overflow; strangletheheart
[ 'Blood' apparently doesn't mean much, here. Merlin's burning up with the thought of it - of how horrible Justine's parents have always sounded, every time he's heard about her family. Some people are just mean, and you shouldn't have to stick around them because you've got the same last name or because they told you you've got a certain purpose that they want to see you fulfill for them.
But Merlin, staring down at his phone, doesn't get to write any of that down, because the door creaks open. ] Justine--
[ It's just a reflexive repetition of her name. Merlin's entire expression, lit up with righteous indignation, has a sudden bucket of water upended on its coals. He swallows and his eyebrows meet in a worried furrow. ] Well, we're friends. [ It sounds almost too simple, even to his own ears. Too bare. ]
Aren't we? [ He takes a half-step forward, hand reaching out - for Justine, for the door, he isn't sure - but then lets it fall back to his side. He's already shoved his phone back in a pocket. ] You're my friend.
wow this was rude ok
I've... I've never, ahh... h-had friends. [ Or anyone, really. But friends weren't really a thing for her. She grew up amongst some of her older cousins, she supposes. But none of them actually wanted to be her friend nor were they even particularly kind to her either. She's truly always felt like the black sheep of the family - or rather, the white sheep, considering her family is entirely made up of demons.
She falters when he reaches for her and she wants nothing more than to reach back but-- ]
I... haven't, uh.. really b-been a good fr--iend, though. Have I? Or--ah, w-well. A g-good wife either, I... s-uppose. [ She clenches her jaw, brow drawing downwards in frustration and takes a breath to steady herself.
God, she feels awful. And a lot of other things she can't really begin to describe-- did she always feel this lonely? Before this? Did it always sting so much before he said it? She bites her lower lip hard. ]
Merlin, I--
[ Why is talking so hard? ]
i came here to destroy everyone's hearts and i'm having a great time right now
Merlin comes forward towards the door a half-step, then reassesses the fact that he's still staring at the chain strung across the opening. ] Look, I think-- both of us are rubbish at this. Okay? But it doesn't mean we won't get it right eventually.
[ There's not a lot to touch, while they're mostly cut off by a cracked-open door, but Merlin ends up settling his hand across what he can reach of Justine's fingers, on the door frame. ] Didn't kill me yet, so we're doing alright, I think.
i am personally attacked right now
His hand finds her fingers through the door, how cool they feel in comparison to her too-warm skin. Her cheeks burn and she's lost for a moment, floundering internally with the simple touch - and she doesn't pull away. How-- how are they supposed to get this right? What's the thing to do?
She startles out a laugh: ] No... no, I suppose I uh, haven't, actually. Th-that's... actually a g-good... point.
[ Justine hesitates for a long time, just staring at his hand on her fingers. She still doesn't move them away. Finally she looks up at him through the crack in the door, she's definitely nervous. Her voice is quiet, barely above a whisper - a slight trill to her words from that nervousness, almost anticipation. She licks at her lips but her mouth feels dry. ]
Merlin, do... do you th-think you could... uh, maybe-- get your hand out of the d-door? [ A beat. ] ... Please? I'm... I'm n-not going to lock the ah, d-door again, promise.
[ You know, she'd rather just not jam his hand in it while trying to actually open it properly. ]
comin back again
[ Justine doesn't flinch away from his fingers resting on hers, and Merlin feels relief wash over him. The remaining irritation from earlier seems swept away in it.
So he's a bit alarmed at that request, at first. The initial expression on his face is naked betrayal, but then his eyebrows go up as he realizes— ] Why, what— oh, right, sure. I'll just, uh— [ He takes a step back, fingers still lingering on Justine's, before he laughs ah shakes his head and finally takes his hand away. ]
It really is too hot out here, so I hope you're telling the truth. [ There's mischief in his face now, as he waits for the door to be shut so he can be let in. ]