I have decided to go no hiatus until I sort things out in my life.
“What happen Merlin?”
“Hm? Oh, no, its nothing.”
“Are you sure? Because you look sad.”
“What happen Merlin?”
Morgana leaned in to whisper into his ear — catching the eye of some of the other eligible bachelors who were huffing to themselves — so as to draw attention to the pair of them but also make them think not much of it. She was quite the flirt when she chose to be so this acted as a double bluff, she thought. “Under the bridge. At midnight. And don’t be late. The guards are on high patrol after rumours of a planned assassination.” She pulled back with a small smile as she gave a light bow of her head. “Until we meet again, Merlin.”
“I’ll be there milady.” Merlin said back, nodding to make her see he had understood. His eyes wandered around the room, taking in all the angry and sour faces of the men in court. She knew how to play well her cards, Merlin was sure of it. He smirked at that. “Until then.” He said, kissing the back of her hand and moving across the room to talk with a few other Lords before leaving.
“But what could be wrong? Everything looks alright.”
“That’s what upsets me. Nothing seems out of place and I feel no disturbance on the magic. Maybe something will happen soon.”
I am deathly terrified of approaching people for rp. I am so scared they won’t think I’m good enough to rp with them.
“The way I see it, magic is a whole other story with ability. Because unless they’ve got a bit of the magical talent… magicking about might not be too very simple.”
“I’d’ve been surprised if you had heard of Gallifrey, actually. It’s— well, it was a beautiful place. It—” he frowned, “it’s gone now, though. A war got to it. Destroyed it, for the most part. Best word for that.” Clearing his throat, he shook his head. “But that’s a whole other story in itself. And hardly one for the moment.”
“I’m sorry.” Merlin said after hearing his story about Gallifrey. He couldn’y imagine what would be of him if his home was destroyed— but the possibility was always there, waiting at the horizon.— “I’d like to hear more about this Gallifrey of you, Doctor, but it’s okay if you don’t want to tell.”
He was more than intrigued, he was fascinated. “Surely a traveller like you has a lot of stories to share.” He said, grinning. “Is it rude for you, Doctor, that I ask you about the places you have seen?”
“Oh the universe is always on the brink of war, if people only had fun when peace was about no one would ever have any fun at all.”
“That’s true, but unfortunately war never leaves time to have fun. But the calm before and after the storm is the best time to. Have you seen many wars yourself that you can say that as a fact?”