His anxiety rises until Sizhui returns with a red piece of paper, carefully
folding it until it becomes a flower. His eyes widen almost comically when
the other uses magic to give it further form and light. He stares , open
mouthed, at it, then at his benefactor before gently taking it in his
hands.
“No ones ever done something like this for me before,” he breathes.
There had to be something. Some way for them to communicate. Merlin
concentrates hard to try and recall anything from the grimmoire that had to
do with languages. Or any of Gaius’ dusty books.
More words fall from his lips in an almost hissing language as his eyes
glow golden for a moment.
“...did it work?”
If it did, then he would be able to speak the other’s language.
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His anxiety rises until Sizhui returns with a red piece of paper, carefully folding it until it becomes a flower. His eyes widen almost comically when the other uses magic to give it further form and light. He stares , open mouthed, at it, then at his benefactor before gently taking it in his hands.
“No ones ever done something like this for me before,” he breathes.
There had to be something. Some way for them to communicate. Merlin concentrates hard to try and recall anything from the grimmoire that had to do with languages. Or any of Gaius’ dusty books.
More words fall from his lips in an almost hissing language as his eyes glow golden for a moment.
“...did it work?”
If it did, then he would be able to speak the other’s language.