A Little Magic in the Making, locked to Emma Swan(princessinthemaking)
2015-Feb-11, Wednesday 03:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
themerlinMerlin, most days, did enjoy wandering here and there around the ship, and he made sure to be as unpredictable as ever, never quite doing the same thing twice. Except for when it would be odd for him to do so. He was, mostly, enjoying this new place, and it was on his mind to bespeak his mysterious roommate. She was quite adept at moving around herself.And as yet they had not had a sit down and talk. So now's better than later, he thought and in that mind, he made a rather good meal, or so he said himself, all cooked by his own hand, with things he found, acquired, and cooked himself.
He tended not to trust that which he did not do himself, most times.
He had, really no real need to talk to her, but he was curious, nonetheless, what sort of person he resided with. For Merlin ever was the sort who peered into others' lives. And sometimes, well, sometimes, he interfered in them, too.
This particular day, he was merely hoping for a few moments of conversation, and so chairs were moving into place as platters soared toward the table, holding food on it that steamed and smelled quite intriguing.
He tended not to trust that which he did not do himself, most times.
He had, really no real need to talk to her, but he was curious, nonetheless, what sort of person he resided with. For Merlin ever was the sort who peered into others' lives. And sometimes, well, sometimes, he interfered in them, too.
This particular day, he was merely hoping for a few moments of conversation, and so chairs were moving into place as platters soared toward the table, holding food on it that steamed and smelled quite intriguing.