✉: For a regular text message from my muse.

[text to: silence is golden] bought too much ice cream for the party. help!

✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).

[camelot]

Merlin, I still love you. Since I learned about Freya, I know that you won’t ever love me back. I wish I could make it better for you, but it’s no good if I use my magic to do that; you’ll just resent me. So I’m going home. It’s not you; I just need — [unfinished]

✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.

“Oh god, I hate flying. Well, no, I hate take offs. And landings. And — basically flying.”

Merlin looked over at Summer, grabbed her hand, and squeezed.

“Can’t someone bring back the trains? Or just let me read while we’re doing the scarey things.”

Merlin just sighed silently and squeezed her hand again.

☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn’t- how’d it happen and how’ll mine help?

“Oh, good grief, Merlin! Why didn’t you put on sunscreen?” Summer fussed over his back, rummaging out a bottle of lotion from her desk top. She offered it for inspection, in case he didn’t want to smell like — what was it? Amber and — okay, whatever. “Hold still. I don’t know how badly you’re burnt. Seriously,” she went on, starting to rub the cream in, “we plan to be out all day at the wave pool and you don’t think you might get burnt? I have olive skin! You don’t!”