here's a letter written out in perfectly looped handwriting on magnus’ classic monogrammed stationary, left for merlin to wake up to while magnus portals to paris & buys him croissants and macarons from their favourite little bakery in the 9th arrondissement (you know the one). "do you ever think about the *massive* impact you've left on the world? think of everything that wouldn't be here if not for you. entire countries? most likely. civilisation as we know it? probably. me? definitely. in 1507 years, you’ve filled up the entire world with traces and pieces of yourself, hidden in every corner, even if no one quite knows it - but i accepted long ago that you have shaped every single one of my movements from the moment that i fell in love. i pray that my life will always go hand in hand with yours. happy birthday, my love. i’ll see you soon. magnus.” a postscript near the end of the page reads, “new york is too cold for a bright soul like yours - i should awfully like to go away with you somewhere where it is hot and coloured. dress lightly.” (let's pretend it's still november 1st, shall we? even though in this house, it's never too late to celebrate merlin's birthday.)
.•✧•. 1507TH BIRTHDAY . // accepting .
THE WARLOCK WAKES AS IF FROM A HAZE , sunlight streaming in through curtained windows as if in active rebellion against the longer , darker nights taking hold of the city . or perhaps merlin had simply slept in ( which wasn’t a rare occcurance - not at 18 , especially not at 1507 ) . except now , he could blame old age for that particular vice . stretching , his hand reaches towards the side usually occupied by his companion , though fingers grasp at nothing but empty sheets . hues of blue peek from beneath dark lashes , confirming magnus’ ABSENCE in one dreary sweep of his surroundings . and all of a sudden , the day doesn’t seem as bright anymore . surely , his husband wouldn’t leave him on his birthday ...
a second , more thorough , glance around the room alerts merlin to the note left on his bedside table which lithe fingers pluck from the surface almost immediately . lips tug at the corners in a growing smile as he DEVOURS each and every word looped across the page in magnus’ perfect handwriting .
merlin loved him . dear god , he loved him with an alarming intensity that only seemed to grow with each year that passed them by in blissful companionship . all those years before did not shine as brightly as the day magnus BLAZED his way into his life . it was as though he woke up from a haze with brilliant sunshine caressing skin starved of light , banishing memories of the dark in one fell swoop . much like this morning . so who was it that left a bigger impact on who ? merlin supposed it was equally life changing for the both of them .
a fire message is hastily composed and sent to the other warlock , SOFT smile gracing merlin’s lips as he buries himself back under the covers :
‘ i find myself alone , in a bed , on my birthday , with my personal ray of sunshine nowhere in sight . come back soon . the maker of civilisations demands it . merlin . ’
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