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  Kisses for his beloved fox, that he can AGREE with-- He brushes fingers through her hair, scratching her ears as he goes.  Merlin pulls her with gentle hands and kisses her sweetly. 

  “ You are such a bossy little boy. “  

       But he gives it, so there’s not much more to complain for.  

  A surprising request, but he has never been one to deny his LADY a WISH.  Gentle, so gentle, he takes her face between his hands-- she is cool beneath his touch, smooth skin and familiar eyes.

  When he kisses her, it is like a drowning man.  Like he has been wrapped in her waters for ages, but has no desire to come up now.  Or perhaps she is the air he sweetly desires, that which he seeks endlessly and never receives.  

  But all of it, all of it is gentle.    T e n d e r.    L o v i n g . 

a fox comes to lay on him.

"Don't play with me, Merlin." She's going to lean closer with a disgruntled gaze. "I've always made it a habit to keep you away from my center of mind. Yet now thanks to your intrusive kiss last time..." The lancer's gloves are going to dig into the wall. "What did you do to me?" In denial that she could ever willingly feel a single heart skip towards Merlin, ever.

  && he is genuinely a bit stunned.  Artoria pins him against a wall, inquiring whether his kiss DID SOMETHING to her.  He quirks a brow at her, elegantly arched inquiry.   

&& Truly, this city is magnificent. Majestic and beautiful-- certainly, it is no Camelot, no city holds more beautiful his heart than the walls of his home. He becomes all the more familiar with it each day that passes, with their gilded walls and lovely streets.

He's wandered around that which can only be described as a castsle, and has officially settled himself into lounging for the evening. He's tending some grimoire, a potted flower rests a few feet away from him, where he's attempting to do...something to it.

  he’s going to play n a i v e.    Merlin just giggles helplessly and shrinks back against the wall. 

   “ I a d m i r e them.  Beautiful, elegant– there are many flowers in the world, Ozymandias.  They bear individual meanings and uses.  There are a great many flowers that I am sure you are aware are DEADLY.