#;merlin

[smclbutmighty]

@spectrcm​ continued from ( x )

Fen swallowed.  ❝ Wh- what am I afraid of ?❞   You, she wanted to say, but she couldn’t seem to get the word out.  ❝ I’m - I’m Fen. And I’ve heard you’re Emrys.❞

[flowermaguss]

"Oh my, it's been quite a while, no?"

[smclbutmighty]

@washingroyalsocks​ liked for a starter [ x ]

Uh oh. Fen should have known better than to use magic so close to Camelot, the source of the war on magic, and yet ... Thinking ahead had never been her strong point, and she now found herself face to face with someone who had seen her use magic. Before she could enter full-fledged-panic-mode, however, she paused. Something about the person she was looking at felt familiar. After a moment, the young Druid’s eyes widened.

“Oh. Oh, my gods ... I have absolutely no idea what to do in this situation. Am I meant to bow? Kneel, or something? Also, did you, um ... Did you happen to see that?”

[fenagain-archived]

@waiting4albion continued from x

Fen was silent for a few moments, unsure of how to respond.  “I ... I don’t know.” She fell quiet again.  “I’ve heard ... I’ve heard a lot about you, Emrys. Ranging from stories of cruelty to endless compassion. I don’t know what to think at this point. Do ... Do you know what I am?”

[fenagain-archived]

starter for @merlin-yeidiot || Fen could feel her heart thudding in her chest. This was a terrible idea. A horrible, awful, terrible idea that could land in her in a h u g e amount of trouble. If things did go wrong, though, hopefully she could fake - or run - her way out of it. She WAS breaking into the physician's chamber, after all, not the king's or anyone like that. She tried to convince herself that everything would end up fine as she quietly moved toward the door, using magic to open it and slip in side. As quietly as possible, she started placing things in her satchel.

[catsxeye-blog]

pxrokinesis

“… Cara, você ta com cara de quem morreu e ninguém avisou. Sério, tudo bem? Eu devo ter algum remédio aqui se precisar.” {NOG STILES É TUDO, PLS.

     “...pelo menos ‘ce é sincera.” Ele suspirou um tanto derrotado, aceitando que realmente deveria estar parecendo tão mal quanto se sentia. Oh, well. “Eh, obrigado, mas não. os meus devem fazer efeito logo... eu acho.” O antes que eu morra foi deixado de fora da frase.

[catsxeye-blog]

       “Opa opa, espera um segundo, você!” E saiu correndo atrás dx desconhecidx aleatórix na rua. “Será que pode me emprestar o seu sapato?”