who: merlin & morgana ( @enchantrcss ) when: timestamp 001. where: merlin’s home, blightbird.
“don’t scare thelonious again,” merlin says halfway through opening the door, one foot shoved aside to keep billie and nina from skittering out. they love morgana. in fact, three of them do, minus thelonious, who is the most skittish and anxious of all the cats and thus merlin’s favorite. something about projecting yourself onto your pets, maybe, a critique morgana would probably make if he ever voiced this opinion. but he keeps it to himself, the little creature comforts he’s made, and he moves about the smallness of his apartment like he could do it without a single sense at all. it is hard to escape patterns, after you’ve lived long enough. morgana would know, but at the same time, she’s better at changing things up than he is. then again, she brings chaos everywhere with her.
much to his many and varied complaints.
a pause. “i’ll make coffee and you can even put some liquor in it. i’ll pretend to look the other way. like always.” there’s something rueful in his voice but not particularly cruel. “chocolate liqueur’s in the cabinet still from the last time we decided to day drink together.” could be weeks ago. could be years. days slip together when you’ve lived as long as they have, marked only by matters of import. he moves among the warm colors of his apartment for a moment, seeing if he can beckon thelonious out from under a chair. no success, so he sighs and straightens. “then again, i suppose now’s the time to day drink. what with current events.”
