7th spell ~ [Accidental video | Early morning]

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[The curtains aren't drawn shut, so there's a soft light coming through the window when the broadcast starts. Merlin's lying on the bed with a full outfit on, forehead furrowed in a deep, troubled frown when a black cat jumps onto his back, startling him awake. The cat dives under him when he pushes himself up, eyes glowing yellow when he opens them, and while he fumbles for the phone he knows he just dropped nearby him on the bed the evening before, he blinks around him, at the way there's something twisting - raw power surging through the air - and the sound of distant screams.

...oh. This looks just like his dream, aside from the bed. Brilliant.

Looking down at the cat, he mumbles in a hushed tone:]

Shhh, Shadow.

[He rubs a hand over his face before he scoops the cat up to his chest while he sits up, squints his eyes at the phone. Oh...

Brilliant.]

Good morning, City. Not that I'd call it good. So it's dreams-becoming-real day, or something, then?

[Maybe he, and his voice, is trembling just a bit.]

I think I'll stay inside today.

Comments

[destinedtobeunpopular]

...

Probably. But I'm not sure I want to.

[errandry]

... yeah, I get that. Sorry.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

It's fine.

Have you been any luckier?

[errandry]

[ almost a laugh. ]

I dunno if anybody's lucky today, man. Least it's less than twenty hours to go.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Yeah, at least.

[errandry]

They've got a saying for days like these.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Do they?