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

[servant]

Mm, just something I used to do to entertain myself. When I was feeling bored or lonely, I suppose.

[His smile turns a bit sheepish.]


Must sound ridiculous. The idea of someone feeling bored or lonely here.

[But he wonders if she might get it, in a way, since she sounds like she prefers stars to fake lights too.]

Can I ask you a question?

[burnsbright]

Of course it's not ridiculous. You can be either anywhere.

[Scout draws one of her knees to her chest and drapes an arm around it, looking up at the stars.]

Go ahead.

[servant]

[It's a simple question, really. But one he's curious about nonetheless.</small.] How did you get the nickname 'Scout'?

[burnsbright]

I don't remember exactly why. Maybe there was something specific, when I was little... If it was, that's gone. In general, though...

[The dark makes Scout feel a little safer, a little more willing to talk, but she's not ready to bring up her Force-Sensitivity.]

In general, my people... my family... sometimes we give each other nicknames based on some particular talent. And I can take a new situation in quickly - I'm observant.

[She shrugs.] It's easier to shout than 'Tallisibeth'.

[servant]

Oh, yeah. Arthur does the same thing. That's how he gave me the nickname 'idiot'.

[Merlin grins at her, but nods to show that he understands.]

I like it. I'll call you Tallisibeth if you prefer though.

[burnsbright]

[She snorts gently and makes a guess from his voice, face, and some vague leanings from the Force.] Special skills in not doing what he wants right when he wants it?

Thanks, but Tallisibeth was a long time ago. I'm used to Scout. Means I'm not in trouble. [She tips her head in some odd gesture.] Save it for special occasions and it's good.