maybe one day, right? merlice :)
the temptation of imagination dangles before him now, luring him in to peek through the telescope & see the future that felt forever out of reach. they would have to defy odds to obtain it, but wasn't their love proof of that chance? blossomed in a field where only certain flowers grow. yet here they were, loving each other anyway.
the advantage to such tedious tasks meant he could do them while letting his mind wander ( or fully focus on the soothing harmony that is her voice ) without compromising the task itself. merlin folds her linen now, pacing around the room as she sits on the bed before him. the morning had only just began to creep in & here she was prompting him to think of impossible things ( despite being one himself ). ❝ we could only hope, can't we? though, i'd sooner be accepted for having magic than you marrying me. ❞ his response was harsh albeit realistic. he smiles anyway, ceasing his work to lean against the bedframe. ❝ we'd have to run away, most likely. would you run away with me, miss bingley? ❞
