Spellbound

[ayoungboy]

This week has been fucking exhausting. He'd been consuling all week and dealing with a threat over in Norway. Somebody trying to brew mind control potions, again. Why couldn't everybody just get along and stop fussing? He's finally back home, in England, heading up the wizarding council while they go over worldwide news, and he gets an invite - no, it isn't that. It's more of a demand, from King Pendragon.

He's a bit tired, really, and didn't feel like dealing with it. "Not now, thank you. Politely decline, for me?" He told the runner. "Send him some magical candy."

He just wanted to go home and finish his book, thank you. He didn't ask for these powers, but if he took a holiday the world would flip out. People held him in high regard for some reason - he wasn't that wise, or old. He was just a young man trying to do right. Yet somehow the King was demanding his presence.

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[royalpratness]

"To begin with, we should have regular meetings and invite press photographers to them to make it public that we've started 'negotiations'. As I said before, I don't want to make an important announcement like this too quickly. People might get scared."

[ayoungboy]

"I...about that." Merlin frowns deeply. "I'd rather not have my picture taken. You can have press coverage but...no pictures." Unless...

[likespie]

Arthur raises an eyebrow. "Need to maintain your mystery identity?"

[ayoungboy]

"Yes." Merlin says seriously, shifting uncomfortably. "I have enemies. Better they don't know my true identity. And...it keeps my private life private, allows me to live and go to the shop as needed."

whoops, wrong account up there orz.

[royalpratness]

"Huh." Arthur is genuinely surprised to hear that Merlin is such a high profile person. "Okay. No photos. I can live with that."

YOU HAVE A DEAN! I have a human!impala!

[ayoungboy]

There's a lot Arthur doesn't know about the magic underground. Merlin nods, smiling a little. "Perfect."

human!impala? XD awesome

[royalpratness]

"Good. I'll handle the press. All you'll have to do is show up." He smiles at Merlin. "What exactly is it you do anyway? Are you some kind of magical leader for your community?"

If you ever want to poke him, 1967_chevy (:

[ayoungboy]

"I, ah, help where I'm needed. The...legend of my power has been held in the magic community for a long time. They look up to me for guidance and protection...but with more reverence and fear than a leader should be in command of."

okay :D

[royalpratness]

"Sounds a lot like my own job description. Minus the magic." He studies Merlin from across the table. "You're very young for that kind of responsibility." Granted, Arthur figured that he himself must be around the same age as Merlin.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin smiles a little, toying with the napkin. He looks just like any regular bloke; perhaps a bit skinnier. "As are you, sire."

[royalpratness]

Arthur bows his head, smiling. "Don't call me 'sire'. It seems to formal. I'm Arthur."

[ayoungboy]

"Arthur." Merlin smiles a little. "...can I trust your confidence, Arthur?"

He shouldn't. Gaius told him to never...

[royalpratness]

Arthur looks up curiously. "Most certainly. What is it?"

[ayoungboy]

"My name isn't Emrys." Merlin confessed.

[royalpratness]

"Oh? Is Emrys your alias? Like Madonna?" Arthur grins, still looking curiously at Merlin.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin laughed loudly at that. "Sort of. It's the legend. I am Emrys...but my given name is Merlin."

[royalpratness]

"Merlin." Arthur repeats, liking the sound of it. "That's better than Emrys."

[ayoungboy]

"You think?" Merlin asks, laughing a little. "You can call me that, if you want. Just you, though um...no one's supposed to know my real name."

[royalpratness]

"Got it. Your secret is safe with me." Arthur takes a sip from his wine. "I actually have about ten middle names but I'll spare you with that."

[ayoungboy]

"Yeah? Aw, come on." Merlin teases, grinning a little as Arthur took a sip of wine.

[royalpratness]

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Arthur tilts his head back, trying to recall all his ridiculous names. "Arthur Harold Charles Alfred William Dayton Esmond Oswald." He finishes, pulling a face. "Pretty terrible, huh?"

[ayoungboy]

Merlin's grin only widens. "That's only seven, Arthur."

[royalpratness]

"Aren't seven terrible names more than enough?" He grins back at Merlin. "I mean, I'm grateful that I got Arthur has my given name, rather than Oswald."

[ayoungboy]

"King Oswald." Merlin gave a very un-powerful giggle, eyes bright.

[royalpratness]

Arthur cringes but then he laughs as well. "God no. I much prefer Arthur." It's funny, he thinks, how different this meeting is from their previous one. While he barely knows Merlin, Arthur feels already at ease around him.