[Unfortunately for Watanuki, Gilgamesh won't be excusing him for his age, and he has Merlin's word that the inexperience will be remedied to a sufficient point. That reply, however, does make him narrow his eyes - he knows without a doubt that the youth doesn't yet know the full weight of those words, and he returns to observing Uruk's destruction.]
Fool.
Remember this vision well. When this comes to pass in the waking world, the entirety of Uruk will be fighting until the last breath.
[He makes no move to leave, even when he feels the distinct tug at the very edge of his senses - faint. Unspeakably rude with its implied imposition over the will of a king, and he's more than a little irritated.
(This once, he will condone it, even as the line of his mouth thins. Only because he has an inkling this will be important to know.)
Merlin, on the other hand, holds out his hand to catch a petal, testing its softness between his fingers before thoughtfully glancing at Watanuki. No, these aren't from Avalon, and the magic is distinct from his own.
Why, he'll tease his apprentice later for having his own set of flowers. For now, Merlin will let himself be pulled away to wherever Watanuki will take him, regardless of its lack of conscious intention. A small smile curves at the corners of his lips - it's been a very long while since someone's managed to surprise him to this extent, and he hopes this trip will be worth the hype.]
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Fool.
Remember this vision well. When this comes to pass in the waking world, the entirety of Uruk will be fighting until the last breath.
[He makes no move to leave, even when he feels the distinct tug at the very edge of his senses - faint. Unspeakably rude with its implied imposition over the will of a king, and he's more than a little irritated.
(This once, he will condone it, even as the line of his mouth thins. Only because he has an inkling this will be important to know.)
Merlin, on the other hand, holds out his hand to catch a petal, testing its softness between his fingers before thoughtfully glancing at Watanuki. No, these aren't from Avalon, and the magic is distinct from his own.
Why, he'll tease his apprentice later for having his own set of flowers. For now, Merlin will let himself be pulled away to wherever Watanuki will take him, regardless of its lack of conscious intention. A small smile curves at the corners of his lips - it's been a very long while since someone's managed to surprise him to this extent, and he hopes this trip will be worth the hype.]
Oh, Watanuki. You naughty boy.