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        Send  ℒ   for a love letter my muse would write to yours - ACCEPTING.

Dearest Cana,

While I know it has been many a night since we last spoke, I hope with all my heart you are doing well. 

It has been a struggle, being apart for so long, but every night I imagine your smile, and the pain lessens ever so slightly. How ironic, that being separated from the one I love is what drives me to work harder, to once more be able to stand proudly at your side.

It’s been awhile, has it not? Since we stood next to each other in battle…your expression was always frightened, though your eyes burned bright, like a star on the battle field. You looked after me, made sure I recovered if injured, while trying your best to stay optimistic. I suppose that is what I always admired most about you - no matter how dark the world seemed to become, you always shone bright like a star, keeping others happy even when you yourself wanted to run away. 

Thank you for all of those nights you stayed by my side, and listened to my regrets and mistakes. I will never forget your gentle smile, and the way your hand felt against my cheek. 

Though...I cannot help but wonder, why was your expression so sad, the last time we met? A smile suits your face better, so please, next time we meet, smile like you used to. 

                             Always and Forever Yours,

                                        Merlin. 

- 

She stares at the letter for a moment, candlelight causing shadows to dance across the page.

Disney Quotes! [Accepting]

Gawain stopped in his tracks at the words and turned slowly. She would not make such jests so the knight was terrified of the sight that surely awaited him. But when he finally turned, a sigh of relief left him. His Master had gotten her uniform caught a jagged branch (more accurately stabbed through) and she was only bleeding slightly from a small cut.

Send “slow dance” for my muse to dance with yours - SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING. 

                       “  You desire to dance with someone? “ 

Strange. She had not heard of a ball being held, nor of someone having caught her masters attention. Either way, Merlin was never one to turn down the opportunity to please her master. 

                   “ While I am not entirely familiar with this era’s “slow dance,” I have no qualms in giving you my best attempt at it. “ 

Grasping her pale hand, she pulls Cana up from the couch their had been sharing, giving it a gentle squeeze.  One step, two step. A hand slid around the others waist, the two pulled flush against each other.

         “ Are you aware? “  her voice is soft, Merlin’s eyes never straying from the amber hues of her partner. “ Dancing was not a common practice in my time. Only done during a wedding or ball, to ask another to dance was incredibly romantic, a bold act of declaring your affection. “ A twirl. Pulling apart, fingers interlocked, they circle each other, casters expression serious.  

                                            “ So tell me, dearest Cana, “ 

They meet each other again, Merlin flush against the smaller one. How easy it would be to take advantage of such a situation, to lean forward and give her a gentle - 

  No. 

Self restraint was always something she had prided herself in. To give in now would be to let years worth of practice slip away in a moment of selfishness. After all, for Cana to fancy someone enough to seek advice from Merlin, it must have been serious. Who was she to take what was not hers to take? Her master was not something she owned, and never would. 

For now, caster would enjoy the simple intimacy of the moment, and the blush on her cheeks. A dazzling sight, well worth the pain in her toes. While Cana had always appeared graceful, it appeared the other was not the best at keeping her feet from stepping on Merlin’s. 

                                 “ Who is it that you wish to dance with? “

A simple note sat folded up upon Cana’s pillow, a wax seal with a flower like crest upon it.

Dear Cana,

I will admit when I started viewing Chaldea through Fou you hadn’t caught my gaze. You were, in lack of a better term, simple when compared to the rest of the mages there. 

Yet once that catastrophe struck.

That.

This is when you’re true worth. You’re true value. Your potential shined and brought my attention to you. I watched as you stood up against the darkness, your own light growing brighter and brighter. How it could charm and befriend anyone it came to. I watched as a beautiful hero stepped forward to save the world. Someone who would risk her life to do so.

Yet, we can not have you die. You are one of the few people that I have truely cared for. You, Arthur, my friends and my wife. I shant make the mistake of failing those I cared for with you. 

Forever in your Service,