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-34- [Fail!Private to Merlin]

[The following text should not be public, but a jumble of improperly sequenced keystrokes appear to be to blame for the filter not setting properly, as the writer's hands are shaking too much for him to get it right.]

what have you done you WRETCHED LITTLE BEAST WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

(ooc: Merlin has cursed Reaver with old age. He is presently holed up in his room and after the initial tantrum is too physically tired to manage a greater distance than that between his bed and his writing desk. ALSO YAY CHRISTOPHER LEE.)

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And you will reverse this.

It's as I say. I'll give you what you want as long as you're earning it.

'Torture or servitude' is a crude business practice even where I come from.

What I'm doing isn't torture and what I'm asking for isn't servitude.

I'm sure the more you tell yourself that the more you will believe it is true.

Undo this and you may ask your questions.

I haven't done anything that shouldn't have happened to you over two centuries ago.

Come to my cabin. You'll need to take a potion to counteract the spell.

I cannot.

You can but you won't. There's a difference.

No, you insipid little worm, I cannot. There is something wrong with the lift, and it's exhausting going even to the public lavatories and back, and those are only a floor down.

All right. Level Three common room.

Fine.

I'll be here when you're ready. [With a book, because he anticipates you taking forever and then being a huge drama queen about how you took hours to limp down one staircase :|]

[Well he'd have a point, Merlin :| Nothing stopping you from coming down to level four. As it is he appears some time later, time taken not dragging his feet, it seems, but dressing and cleaning himself up and powdering his face. The faintest hints of marks can be seen under the foundation. He sinks shakily down into a chair across from him, eyes baleful.]

[Merlin doesn't bother with pleasantries because he knows Reaver won't want them. He just offers a corked glass vial.]

It won't hurt. It'll just...happen.

[He takes it and uncorks it, choosing not to let an 'it had better' hang in the air, though he's obviously thinking it. He drinks it down in a full gulp.]

[That remark can chill out with 'if you mess me around that enchantment is going right back on'. Merlin just leans back and waits; in his experience the potion's effect is almost instantaneous.]

[And the change is instant. The wrinkles, the age spots, the thinned hair and grayness...all of it seems to melt away, and with it much of his tiredness goes. The relief is spelled explicitly on his face]

[Merlin's a little relieved himself, although he's careful not to show it. Ageing magic can be kind of...delicate.]

I want to meet and speak with you twice a week. You can choose where and when. We don't have to start now.

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[spam] I really need more facial expressions for him.

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