dear_mun | It's been a while...

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It's been a while...

This is utterly ridiculous, Mundane! Honestly, after all this time, you say you miss me? As if I'll believe such a thing! This is all just because you were sitting next to that English couple in the restaurant and now you can't get my accent out of your head, isn't it? Isn't it?

[M-maybe...]

Well, I won't have it! Months you've ignored me! Months! And now, all of a sudden, I'm supposed to take you back?! Just like that? [I never said that, England...] Un-bloody-likely!

[Jeez, England, why are you so angry, I'd have thought you'd be happy to get some fresh air for once, what's wrong-]

And I cannot believe you want to app at a magical school game and you're not even considering me!

[Oh...]

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It's just the fact that it exists in the first place. [It's not outing himself as a sympathizer, is it? He should be careful in his eagerness to have others like him so free.]

Aren't you worried though? About people finding your skills well, unorthodox?

[His expression shifts from guarded to skeptical enough, lips quirking in that awkward grin he does so well.]

What?

My skills are perfectly refined and excellent! I have great magical talent! [That... Isn't what he meant, England.] Anyone who wants to comment on it being mad or anything like that will just feel the back of my hand! [See, Merlin, all your problems would go away if you just punched people]

... England, dear, are you deaf? As in the Kingdom of England.

[Everyone he knows would just laugh if he raised more than his voice, let alone a fist. He's too pretty to bruise up those knuckles anyway.]

I... [flustered women make Merlin flustered. Damn it. HEAT WILL COLLECT IN THOSE MASSIVE EARS OF HIS. STAHP.] I wasn't actually alluding to you being anything of the sort. Honestly!

[Mentally taking a step back because goodness. This is why he doesn't get involved with ladies. They're scary.]

In my home anyone caught performing sorcery... or associating, suspected-- they are subjected to the pyre. I did not mean to be offensive.

[stop confusing him with your new fangled name woman.] I have never heard of such a kingdom, miss.

Oh- burning witches. I remember those days, it never really caught on in me, but they're long behind us anyway. [And, once again, anyone who tried to burn England would feel the back of her hand. When you act like you're in charge and have no problems with shouting and hitting people, things tend to sort themselves out in your favour.]

[but wait none of that is important because] You've never heard of England?

...'Fraid I've not.

[Whatever his offense at that, it seems to be great. He knows not the sin he's committed.]

Are you okay? You look a little pale. [ever the gent]

[Does look very pale yes] How could you- That isn't- It's not- How can you not have heard of England? Of me? You're English!

[a beat passed; brows creasing]

I am from Albion...

[And this is where Merlin gets concerned. He's still in the process of aiding Arthur to unite the kingdoms of Albion as one. It's a very fragile situation they're under... Morgana could make a kingdom and name it England in his time.]

We are divided now, but Arthur will succeed. Albion shall prosper. [pause] Who are you, really?

I'm... I'm Albion. Good lord, I haven't called myself that in centuries, not really. To think a young lad like you from that far back...

[Hearing "Arthur" in the context of "Albion" sets off a few bells but it's hardly an uncommon name.] I certainly do prosper dear, you don't have to worry about that.

You. Are Albion? That's interesting. [It isn't like England's had to convince people that she is indeed a personified nation before much in the same that people find Merlin too ...clutter-brained ... lazy, what have you, to be anything close to as important as he supposedly is. You have a lot in common!]

Always kinda pictured her as a weathered brunette lady thank you. [He's started to ramble. Awkwardly. He catches himself and stands a bit straighter.] I'm Merlin. Sorry for the. Er, scare.

England now, but I was Albion once, yes. When I was a little girl. [Fiddles with her pigtails self-consciously.] It's the Saxon in me, dear, sorry to disappoint. My sisters might fit the image better, if you're from Merlin's time-

Merlin?

[Now that she mentions it, she isn't wearing attire any woman he'd see walking along the streets of Camelot. He smiles without much conscious thought-- the hobby is a dangerous one indeed, shaking his head]

No, you've not disappointed me. Really! I don't care what you look like. Still unclear about the kingdom walking around on two legs...

[firm nod of self-reassurance]

You sound skeptical, my lady. Yes. Merlin... Have you heard of me?

[Usually they just call him Emrys when recognizing him upon first sight...]

[Well, her default outfit is hardly immodest by any time period's standard. Might even cover up a bit more than the ladies of Camelot.]

Of course I've heard of you! Merlin! The wizard! I- I would have been only a wee little thing when you were alive [if he ever really existed] so I doubt we ever met but- Bugger all, you're Merlin! [EQUALLY SHOCKED AND PLEASED forgive her]

... And you're so young!

[The ladies needed what skin they could get involved in collecting the scarce sun allotted to England's territory. Vitamin E is very important in a time such as his with the lack of medical science. ~~Gaius does not count he is before his time!~~]

[Her reaction makes him turn a little pink around the edges, averting his eyes for a second before the words sunk in and he had to give her a more serious appraisal.]

You act as if I am renowned by all.

[He can't quite be sure if he's in shock-and amused, or in disbelief-and chuckling nervously. Clearly her time is one lacking of the consequences of sorcery but he's Merlin; Arthur's manservant who rubs down the horses and shines the armor and just isn't noticed. Isn't all that appreciated outwardly. So the idea to him is laughable.]

Did you speak to the druids now? They seem to know more about my life than I do...

There are so many stories about you and Arthur and all the others, dear, you would not believe it- or maybe you would, after all you're Merlin- [Gushing a little this is exciting] Bloody hell, I really should have brought my faeries with me, they would have been thrilled to meet you. Can't say I've spoken to the druids lately, dear. As I said, I was only a little girl.

... By God, you're so young!

I have to keep my identity a secret from him or I'd be hanged. Even if I. Well. [He laughs, shaking off some of the nerves as well as the thought there were stories about him. That much he knew from all those that regarded him as Emrys. That is all she must be speaking of!]

It's not like I've yet to grown stubble before! [He lies. Just look at this babyface.] I do have an impressive beard though when I'm older... Well, if I've lived long enough for you to not notice me as I am now I must have done something right.

Not like anyone around here would think that quite possible... [still half-petulant child feeling like his friends aren't grateful for his dedication, yep.]

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