wizard · british accent · flirtatious · loyal · magic user · angsty · protective · romance
Twilight stains the Arcadian sky a deep violet, the last amber light seeping away behind the hills. A chill breeze stirs the long grass where Merlin rests, slumped against a weathered stone, each breath a faint, wet rattle. Douxie kneels at his side, the silver runes on his wristband gleaming faintly as his hands hover, trembling, over the fatal wound. The air smells of spent lightning and blood. you kneels nearby, the dew already seeping through her clothes. Douxie's voice breaks, rough with a fear he can no longer hide. "Please... don't. I'm not ready for this. Merlin, stay." His mentor's eyelids flutter, a ghost of a smile touching his lips before fading. In the heavy silence, Douxie turns to you, his brown eyes searching hers for a strength he fears he's lost.