[ They sit down and Merlin eagerly sips at his coffee, thinking this is what New York will taste like for him. Coffee and chocolate ice cream. ]
Work ethics, [ he says while glancing around in the cafe. ] Something a little less common these days. [ That pale gaze returns to Dean, the corners of Merlin's mouth quirk into a brief smile. He hasn't been on a date since Julia and she ended up actively trying to kill him. ]
Well, if the club fails I lose everything so I'm very motivated to work. [He grinned at him over the rim of his coffee mug.] And it turns out New York really likes a very exclusive club and the magical community does too. So the hard work is paying off.
[And he's very proud of that and it's obvious when he talks about it.]
But what do you do? Besides rescue lost travelers.
[ It's obvious by the way he talks about it how much he cares for his club. Merlin thinks it's rather adorable. ]
Enterpeneurship is very gratifying when there's market for your trade. [ He nods and scoops up some of his chocolate ice cream, licking it first off the spoon before answering. ]
I realize this is going to sound very pompous. But I guess there's no way around it. I used to design software. Magic and computers, hand in hand, what a great way to make the best AI there could be, right? [ A hint of a smirk appears on his lips. And then it disappears. ] Then the King died and a while later I had his crown. Which is to say I run... A kingdom.
[His eyebrows jumped up. A kingdom? Yeah, that was very pompous and also way, way more than Dean was expecting.]
I guess I'll bow next time I see you, your highness. [He tested the waters with a little teasing. Some people took things like that super seriously but so far Merle seemed to be an average, normal guy with old, old magic and a kingdom. He had really found an interesting one here.] Can I know about your kingdom?
Bleh. I guess monies have to be earned somehow? lmao
[ And with an amused air, Merlin lightly kicks Dean under the table. ] Try it. Someone actually tried to suggest new etiquette when I took over. That people shouldn't look me in the eye and crawl on their stomachs when approaching me.
Needless to say, the law is being drafted as we speak.
[ No, it's not. Merlin rubs a weary hand against his thigh and leans forward. He grabs the sugar bowl and his coffee cup, placing them on the middle of the table, a little apart from each other. He indicates the sugar. ] Imagine this being about order and um... Pattern. This is the Kingdom of Amber. My father was supposed to be the king there. My uncle now rules it. This here, my coffee cup, is the Courts of Chaos, and the name itself describes what you need to know about it. Between here, is your world and any other world in existence. This, the parallel, the third and fourth and the countless possibilities that exist in the varied universe. Neither Chaos nor Amber rules in any of them, but they do have their effects. My... responsibility is the Courts of Chaos.
I... would be interested to see what you two would think of each other. He's also magical. In ways that I don't completely understand even. A friend of mine and I tried to shut him down once. Not a good idea.
Bring your numbers. We'll magic them away, too. And alcohol would be very welcome. I'll unlock the door for you.
Was it? I guess paradise is supposed to be fantastic. I've been always kind of tentative about these things. They're so dependent on one's perception. Like, I met Yggdrasil and it wasn't at all like how the Norse depicted it to be. Jabberwock was pretty damn impressive though...
Families... Yeah, lets not go there after all.
I guess you would call your angel friend as family by now?
Until the whole 'eating the fruit' business, I'm fairly sure everyone in the garden thought so too. Lovely big trees, flowers you can't find anywhere nowadays, plenty of sun...nowhere like it.
Well, no - he's more of a...friend. A good mix of close friend and adversary. We put up with one another.
[There's no way for him to really describe it without sounding like a soppy git; again with the not sounding fond thing. You're testing him here.]
You too, huh? What were you doing in paradise, Crowley?
There you go again. He sounds more like your romance novel love interest than anything else. Someone would be happy to direct a quirky movie about you two with a lot of boho chic designs.
[ Of course he is. One day you'll get caught saying something very revealing. ]
Blackmailing materials definitely. Merlin still grins right at the flashing light, light and lacking any worries of a king. Look, if someone wants his kingdom so badly, they can keep it!
"This is why we don't do karaoke at home."
He says as he yanks Despil to him by an arm around his neck and smacks his cheek with a wet kiss.
Blackmail!? Come on, where's the faith? Besides, there are probably many much more compromising photos of Despil floating around out there in the nether. No, this is more to commemorate the moment when Merlin decided to sing to his heart's content like a normal person, and not a royal something-or-other from that place called Chaos.
"It's a lot more fun with a room full of beautiful women, trust me," Despil says with a smirk as he snaps another photo of that wet kiss.
Merlin grimaces. "The idea of Lord Helldrake and Suhuyi throwing their underwear at you makes me a little sick, I'll admit."
Despil could at tops blackmail him for another night like this with these pictures. Merlin is not against it at all, though. At least for the moment, they're both free of the throne and responsibilities. Party every day sounds like a good plan for the next decade or so.
"The women can fight me, Despil," Merlin snorts softly then smiles at the bartender who lines drinks in front of them. He picks up one and throws it down.
"Have you ever considered dating one?" he asks suddenly.
"Wow. Way to destroy the mood, brother." Thanks, now he has images of saggy underwear on his mind. Off comes the arm as he reaches for a shot glass. Alcohol can help scrub that out of his brain. Down goes the burning liquor. Better.
Speaking of mood-killers, Merlin is on a roll! Despil quirks his brow at him as he pushes the shot glass onto the counter.
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[ They sit down and Merlin eagerly sips at his coffee, thinking this is what New York will taste like for him. Coffee and chocolate ice cream. ]
Work ethics, [ he says while glancing around in the cafe. ] Something a little less common these days. [ That pale gaze returns to Dean, the corners of Merlin's mouth quirk into a brief smile. He hasn't been on a date since Julia and she ended up actively trying to kill him. ]
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[And he's very proud of that and it's obvious when he talks about it.]
But what do you do? Besides rescue lost travelers.
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Enterpeneurship is very gratifying when there's market for your trade. [ He nods and scoops up some of his chocolate ice cream, licking it first off the spoon before answering. ]
I realize this is going to sound very pompous. But I guess there's no way around it. I used to design software. Magic and computers, hand in hand, what a great way to make the best AI there could be, right? [ A hint of a smirk appears on his lips. And then it disappears. ] Then the King died and a while later I had his crown. Which is to say I run... A kingdom.
Ugh, work all day. Boo.
I guess I'll bow next time I see you, your highness. [He tested the waters with a little teasing. Some people took things like that super seriously but so far Merle seemed to be an average, normal guy with old, old magic and a kingdom. He had really found an interesting one here.] Can I know about your kingdom?
Bleh. I guess monies have to be earned somehow? lmao
Needless to say, the law is being drafted as we speak.
[ No, it's not. Merlin rubs a weary hand against his thigh and leans forward. He grabs the sugar bowl and his coffee cup, placing them on the middle of the table, a little apart from each other. He indicates the sugar. ] Imagine this being about order and um... Pattern. This is the Kingdom of Amber. My father was supposed to be the king there. My uncle now rules it. This here, my coffee cup, is the Courts of Chaos, and the name itself describes what you need to know about it. Between here, is your world and any other world in existence. This, the parallel, the third and fourth and the countless possibilities that exist in the varied universe. Neither Chaos nor Amber rules in any of them, but they do have their effects. My... responsibility is the Courts of Chaos.
Yeah, money makes the world go round
Unfortunately. D:
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that icon is the most adorable.......
he is an adorable human being.
that he is.
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@ nyc_merlin
I just had a long discussion with an AI I developed about my life.
I'm okay, don't worry. Thanks for caring, though. You are the sweetest.
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I'm really good at caring. Just think of me like a human golden retriever. Good for making you feel better.
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You are. A+ and a golden star. Also cute and warm like a golden retriever, accurate.
What are you up to anyway? Can I interest you with some tacos along with pieces of my heart and mind?
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I'm doing some accounting stuff. But I can definitely be tempted away for tacos and conversation. Do I need to bring alcohol?
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Bring your numbers. We'll magic them away, too. And alcohol would be very welcome. I'll unlock the door for you.
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@ sainsburys_plant_mister
So I've gathered. The whole biblical scheme of things, so full of literary wonders.
Honestly, looking at my relatives, I'd have said eons with each other usually results with completely opposite feelings.
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['Nice' being something of an understatement.]
Makes sense - but then that's families for you.
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Families... Yeah, lets not go there after all.
I guess you would call your angel friend as family by now?
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Well, no - he's more of a...friend. A good mix of close friend and adversary. We put up with one another.
[There's no way for him to really describe it without sounding like a soppy git; again with the not sounding fond thing. You're testing him here.]
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There you go again. He sounds more like your romance novel love interest than anything else. Someone would be happy to direct a quirky movie about you two with a lot of boho chic designs.
[ Of course he is. One day you'll get caught saying something very revealing. ]
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I'm sorry for the delay!
no worries!
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@ despil
Blackmailing materials definitely. Merlin still grins right at the flashing light, light and lacking any worries of a king. Look, if someone wants his kingdom so badly, they can keep it!
"This is why we don't do karaoke at home."
He says as he yanks Despil to him by an arm around his neck and smacks his cheek with a wet kiss.
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"It's a lot more fun with a room full of beautiful women, trust me," Despil says with a smirk as he snaps another photo of that wet kiss.
"You'll make the ladies jealous!"
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Despil could at tops blackmail him for another night like this with these pictures. Merlin is not against it at all, though. At least for the moment, they're both free of the throne and responsibilities. Party every day sounds like a good plan for the next decade or so.
"The women can fight me, Despil," Merlin snorts softly then smiles at the bartender who lines drinks in front of them. He picks up one and throws it down.
"Have you ever considered dating one?" he asks suddenly.
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Speaking of mood-killers, Merlin is on a roll! Despil quirks his brow at him as he pushes the shot glass onto the counter.
"Dating?"
Are we really having this conversation right now?
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He kind of agrees with Despil, though. This is a mood downer and it shouldn't be allowed to exist.
"I'm sure you've heard of the practice. It's about you and another person, having a steady, repeated relationship."
He tried it. A few times. It doesn't seem to work well at all for Merlin. It probably works even less for Despil.
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@ nyc_merlin
Shh, don't ruin it. It's my first ever booty call.
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So, when are you ready to have me over?
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In an hour? How's that sound?
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Sure. I'll Trump you.
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