[ for the longest time, merlin just watches, standing silently in the doorway with a small stack of books in his arms. at last, though, he carefully sets them down on a chair and approaches the man in the center of the floor, footsteps nearly silent.
when he's nearer, he leans in to peer at the painting, then the man, who is.. enormous, by his standards. but then, merlin himself--though nearly seventeen--isn't even a full five feet tall, and slender as a willow reed. most people from more modern times, therefore, are somewhat gigantic to him.
still, despite that, there's no hesitation or fear on his features-- only a sort of pleased curiousity. ]
no subject
when he's nearer, he leans in to peer at the painting, then the man, who is.. enormous, by his standards. but then, merlin himself--though nearly seventeen--isn't even a full five feet tall, and slender as a willow reed. most people from more modern times, therefore, are somewhat gigantic to him.
still, despite that, there's no hesitation or fear on his features-- only a sort of pleased curiousity. ]
.. They're pretty, your flowers.