Open - Lights Will Guide You Home

[servant]

WHO || Merlin and YOU. (Open!)
WHAT || Stargazing
WHERE || Outside of HQ
WHEN || Late night/tonight
HOW || actionspam

[For all that he's forgotten, Merlin still remembers a time when he would sleep whenever and wherever he had the chance. He also remembers Arthur catching him when he was supposed to be doing his chores, and the stocks (or mostly just the threat of them.)]

[That had changed with time - with maturity and responsibility. Merlin eventually became one of the last in the castle to fall asleep and one of the first to rise. Months removed from that, Merlin could (and probably should) be getting a good night's rest, because there's always the chance of a mission and no shortage of new things to learn. But instead he's sneaking outside, when most of headquarters has already gone silent and dark.]

[Merlin sits down on the grass with a sigh, takes a moment to admire the night sky that's a constant source of reassurance. It hasn't changed.]

[And neither has he, apparently.]

Draca.

[Merlin smiles at the glowing outline of the Pendragon dragon that forms in front of him, like he's greeting an old friend.]

Comments

[reallywicked]

[She stands very still as the dragon flies up towards her. The way it moves is almost intoxicating. She doesn't know how he's doing it, but it looks fun. And still that familiar nag at the edges of her thoughts lingers...]

Here's a tip: modesty is lame. Don't ruin something cool by acting like it's no big deal.

[But that comment about wicked things? That actually earns you a little smirk!]

Anyone up at this hour has to be up to no good.

[She remains standing because sitting on the grass is so not something she's interested in right now.]

So what's your story?

[servant]

You thought that was cool?

[And if he was trying more for honesty than modesty before, now he feels like he should be honest. But she says that's lame, and he's learned enough to know that that doesn't have anything to do with an inability to walk.]

Trust me, it was just a trick compared to other things.

[His story. Merlin thinks about that one before shrugging.]

I remember that I used to slink around in the dark a lot. I guess old habits die hard.

[reallywicked]

[She shrugs, but a smile twitches at the corners of her mouth.]

It was alright.

[Her interest is extremely perked now. And she doesn't care much for that excuse of an answer when it comes to her story question, because there's more important things to talk about.]

Other things? What other things?

[servant]

Uhm. Fire, lightening. I can make people fall asleep.

[Somehow he's not sure if she'll be at all impressed by any of those though. Maybe something a little more wicked.]

Once made a witchfinder cough up a toad.

[reallywicked]

[Maybe she was wrong about this guy. He may not be so bad.]

So you can have some fun... Good to know.

So... fire, huh? You wanna show me?

[servant]

Who doesn't like a little fun?

[Merlin shrugs, then purses his lips like he's considering her request.]

[Truth be told, he's already made up his mind.]

Forbearnan.

[One of the first real spells he actually learned. Making the flames dance in his palm is as easy as breathing.]

Be careful. It will burn you.

[reallywicked]

[From the moment that the flame appears, all of Faye's snark is gone and replaced with a look of something akin to hunger. The light dances in her dark eyes, and it feels like greeting an old friend.

She doesn't respond to Merlin's warning, but only inches closer. Much like when she got frustrated with that Wade guy at the party, Faye's thoughts begin to swirl with words.

Nothing forms fully. She's completely enthralled, though.]