[ Even with all that relief of his presence, she cannot bring herself to call him Merlin, not again. Not after everything. Not when the name holds such fondness for her, he will have to work if he wants her to use it again.
Tears wiped away she turns her head to look at him, some bitter part of her wanting to laugh at the irony still lodged in the back of her mind; the one she always overlooked, the most unassuming person within Camelot's walls had been the most dangerous one of them all.
Another urges her hand to lift, almost to reach for him before her finger curl into a fist and fall. ]
No.
[ The answer is simple, she has no idea. She is mad you fool. ]
Maybe. A forest perhaps, can you not see the trees?
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Tears wiped away she turns her head to look at him, some bitter part of her wanting to laugh at the irony still lodged in the back of her mind; the one she always overlooked, the most unassuming person within Camelot's walls had been the most dangerous one of them all.
Another urges her hand to lift, almost to reach for him before her finger curl into a fist and fall. ]
No.
[ The answer is simple, she has no idea. She is mad you fool. ]
Maybe. A forest perhaps, can you not see the trees?