#magiciitself

It just had to happen. Pursued by that wretched boy across the castle, the goblin left behind a trail of mischief and mayhem as he revelled in his new found freedom. Beating the warlock to the upper levels, the greedy creature tore into the royal bedchambers, leaving doors swinging on their hinges in his wake. 

Hide... Need to hide...

In growing desperation, the goblin threw books and ornaments across the room, smashing plates and mirrors - before at last burrowing deep into the ear of the golden-haired prince. 

Arthur snores in his sleep, doing little to stop the intrusion. Settling his head more comfortably into the pillows, he sighs in the blissful embrace of a dream.

Gold. 

He certainly has lots of it. Chests upon chests of sparkling jewels and gold pieces. The treasures of Camelot were famous across all the five kingdoms. The value of the entire collection is without equal, precious beyond measure. 

And, as crown prince, all those riches will soon be his...

The doors of Arthur's bedchambers burst open for a second time that evening. The loud bang echoes throughout the room. Roused abruptly from sleep, the prince lunges for the sword propped up against his bed, ready to defend himself against the unexpected intruder-

"Merlin?!”  

Mind still half-muddled by sleep, Arthur cautiously lowers the blade. His face twists into a confused expression. 

“What are you doing here at this hour? I hadn't sent for you." 

In the two years, her and Merlin had gotten closer as well. It had been his support and them comforting each other to get them through the darkest times. Now, they were quietly courting one another. She had given him a few titles; told him he wasn’t allowed to be stubborn and accept it. Court Advisor and Court Sorcerer, both seemed like proper titles for the man who helped Camelot so much. She took this time for some peace and quiet for the three of them, safe behind the garden walls. She had sent a note for Merlin to come find her when he was finished with his duties, laying on the grass as she watched her daughter walking around.

@magiciitself​ sent: “hug” - your muse hugs my muse for a long time

    Usually, she always noted, there is a thin line between a normal hug and a hug that is uncomfortably long. A fleeting second perhaps, or the silence that reigns while there is still something waiting to be said. But with Merlin, Morgana doesn’t notice it, and the line is blurred – it feels good, pacifying almost, like so many things have been ever since they found out about each other’s magic. And there are no words in any language to describe the relief that washed over her upon the realization that there is someone like her in the castle, someone kind and caring, and born with the powers everyone else condemns. 

@magiciitself​ asked: Spot to Kiss + 8 ( SPOTS TO KISS + [number] ’ to kiss my muse there, )

 a kiss on the nose

          ‘ so you’re in infamous merlin. ‘ he didn’t have as much contact with his cousin as they’d gotten older, but he’d heard enough to know about merlin. now that he was officially knighted, that arthur was esablishing his round table. he’d finally been able to come to camelot. ‘ from everything i’ve heard, its you that should be sitting at the table. if arthur hasn’t already given you a seat. ‘

“Merlin!” she called out, her voice nothing but a squeak.  She had a look of disbelief on her face, but there was a hint of humor in her smile and her eyes - despite her calling out - were full of nothing but delight.  “You couldn’t have taken one when they were nearly full?” she asked with a small laugh in her voice.

• Remember Mages, Witches & Sorcerers, a lot of things are cancelled, but Magic Is Not Cancelled 🔥💥 we descend of the magic and desire of our Ancestors. • We are whole mystical Manifestation of their desires under human form. • We're in this together •

@magiciitself​ sent:  ❛ i’ve never used this spell before. ❜ Magic Sentence Starters | accepting

          “---What??” Magnus looks up from the Purgatic tome he’s flipping through (honestly, why can’t these things have an index??) to stare at Merlin incredulously. “....I thought you were thousands of years old! Surely you’ve done something similar to this before??”