[he's a liar, a trickster. a deceiver, someone who did smile and then lie blatantly, outrageously, all the while making someone believe. it was who he was without a doubt. and here she is, shoving him, telling him it's bullshit.
what could he say, that he hadn't already? he had confessed the truth, said it simply. he was any number of names that she'd throw at him, they were the truth, and he knows it. Merlin has had too long to come to terms with the sort of man he is.
so he lets himself be shoved again, but the third time, he reaches out to catch one of her hands.]
What do you want me to say?
[what does he need to transform into, what does he need to become? he can wear a thousand faces to suit someone - but every now and then, he is at something of a loss. even he needs the answer, when behind his eyes is silence - he doesn't have all the information now. he can only guess.]
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what could he say, that he hadn't already? he had confessed the truth, said it simply. he was any number of names that she'd throw at him, they were the truth, and he knows it. Merlin has had too long to come to terms with the sort of man he is.
so he lets himself be shoved again, but the third time, he reaches out to catch one of her hands.]
What do you want me to say?
[what does he need to transform into, what does he need to become? he can wear a thousand faces to suit someone - but every now and then, he is at something of a loss. even he needs the answer, when behind his eyes is silence - he doesn't have all the information now. he can only guess.]