[ This place is one that Merlin is fairly sure that no one else will ever step foot into. At least, not anymore. In the Age of Gods, coming to Avalon would have been child's play for a remotely competent magus, but even by the time of his own life, that kind of magic had all but faded. The faeries were happy to have their realms to themselves, and Avalon especially was deep within even that. Relatively speaking, at least. Things like distance and even time were much trickier to pinpoint here. It was the eternal utopia, so Merlin could stay in his tower contentedly and look upon the world.
...Though having a little company wasn't all that bad. In fact, it was quite handy, considering what Merlin could "see" of the world.
The "tower" was not so restrictive as Vivian may have intended. He could never truly escape, and that was well enough, but extending himself beyond those walls was still simple. It's more like a dream given some form, but that's a simple thing for even a half-incubus.
So, as always, Merlin's entrance isn't subtle. He's not exactly known for it. The magical energy in the air increases as pink flowers float not from the dreamy trees above, but up from the ground as soft footsteps barely disturb the grass.
All in all, it's absolutely meant to interrupt the brooding session. ]
Hello, Bedivere. [ His voice is cheerful, as always, and he seems to be ignorant of or ignoring Bedivere's mood. It's not always easy to tell. ]
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Date: 2019-04-16 02:26 am (UTC)...Though having a little company wasn't all that bad. In fact, it was quite handy, considering what Merlin could "see" of the world.
The "tower" was not so restrictive as Vivian may have intended. He could never truly escape, and that was well enough, but extending himself beyond those walls was still simple. It's more like a dream given some form, but that's a simple thing for even a half-incubus.
So, as always, Merlin's entrance isn't subtle. He's not exactly known for it. The magical energy in the air increases as pink flowers float not from the dreamy trees above, but up from the ground as soft footsteps barely disturb the grass.
All in all, it's absolutely meant to interrupt the brooding session. ]
Hello, Bedivere. [ His voice is cheerful, as always, and he seems to be ignorant of or ignoring Bedivere's mood. It's not always easy to tell. ]