#       magikborn            Highly Selective & Private Multimuse for the Arthurian Legends / Merlin BBC, Red White And Royal Blue, Star Wars, Marvel, Wicked & more. (low activity/queue based) ⤷ Remembered by Emrys, 30+ They / Them

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐒𝐀: this blog will contain dark themes. this blog will only RP with anyone ages 21+ due to triggering themes. Minors, Non Mutuals & Non RP Blogs DNI. this blog uses beta & xkit rewritten.

'THAT'S MY NAME." THERE WAS RECOGNITION IN HIS EYES. His dreams were always in the past. Ones of King Arthur and his round table. While he slept, he dreamt of Merlin, the manservant more than once. This man looked exactly like him. Looking at him, he glanced around. Paenn wondered if this was another one of his waking dreams. "Are you real?"

— quentin

THE FORMER KING HAD BEEN REBORN and lived in the town about a hundred miles away. He came to the one closet for food because the market he normally went too was out of the stables he normally bought. At a young age, he moved to the States with his mother and lived a quiet life until she passed before his eighteenth birthday. Loading up the back of his truck, he glanced over his shoulder and saw someone looking at him. Blinking, he thought his eyes deceived him. He had seen the man in a dream of his before.

ARTHUR'S REACTION WAS TO SUCK IN A BREATH. He knew that all too well. Having been the whipping post for his father, he learned the hard way when speaking up against the king and his wicked ways. The prince was like his people, worn out. "It's a lesson I have been taught at an early age." He said without looking at the person.

"ARTHUR PENDRAGON, PRINCE OF CAMELOT." The young royal said without really thinking. He didn't know who this person was or what they wanted. If they were of his father's court then he would be ever so cautious when regarding them. Uther was beyond cruel to the prince and at times worse for wear. "Who may you be?"

MERLIN CLAMPED HIS MOUTH SHUT SUDDENLY. Opps. Was he rambling again? "Sorry." Nuallian when getting excited tended to go off about whatever it was that interested him. Normally it was to Arthur or one of his friends. Giving them a look, he ducked his head and returned to the book he had been reading.

— henry

— quentin

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He's at it again. Don't tell his grandkids.

— gareth

— henry

"IT'S THE POINT, MERLIN." Frowning in frustration, he glanced over at the manservant. "You should be more careful with things that have more than a price attached to them." Meaning the sword was more than just that to him. Holding the blade in his hands, he looked it over. "Guinevere's father can not even fix a chip like this. I have to get someone more experienced. Which means, I have to leave Camelot... alone." He wouldn't have Merlin to muck up his relations with the Priestesses of Old since he had pledged himself to their cause at a young age.

Arthur knew that there was something about Merlin. Something he couldn't put his finger on. Even his magic pointed to him but gave him no answers. Looking over the blade with his finger. "Tomorrow, I go. If I catch you going through more of my personal belongings that mean anything to me, it's to the stocks with you." He couldn't afford for him to find his spell book, he hid in the secret compartment in the cabinet where his clothes were.

"You can stay out of my chambers until I return. You hear me?" His eyes went over to him. "Honestly, I didn't think you were that careless." The comment about his other swords just made him shake his head. "None like this one. None I would use when I am on a quest. This one is too reliable."