"Am I?" Marco inquires, his brows arching curiously. He has a feeling he's here to see a completely different bird. But he he obediently directs his gaze at the sky and regards the eagle for a moment, hands in his pockets, calm and quiet.
"A wild thing, such a fascination," he remarks in his native language, a hint of amusement in his light tone.
Now that they're standing still, his eyes resting on the eagle souring above them, he has a moment to listen to that voice inside him that he hasn't felt this clearly ever before. And yet it is a familiar voice, one that has been with him since early childhood. Now that sound is a familiar one, he's just never heard it aloud before. The voice is now angry instead of scared, instead of pained, instead of tired and desperate.
His gaze is drawn down to the source of it, inevitably, studying Kai's profile.
Marco is a contradiction, a man of great many skills that have a possibility to cut cruelly, a weapon created in unimaginable pressure and honed into a diamond. But while he knows how to apply all his edges to inspire fear just as much as he inspires loyalty, there is a reason why he falls in line when his cousin calls. Merlin is not a usual kind of king. He came to power by an accident. He's young and idealistic, meant to rule as a puppet but surprisingly capable of cutting those strings that are meant to bind him. Marco supports him not because they share a name or because they share a past, but because he respects Merlin. He'll go against his father if he has to.
Now, all that comes a stark comparison as he realises that fate had different ideas in store for him.
"You look very familiar," he says at length finally, smiling warmly.
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"A wild thing, such a fascination," he remarks in his native language, a hint of amusement in his light tone.
Now that they're standing still, his eyes resting on the eagle souring above them, he has a moment to listen to that voice inside him that he hasn't felt this clearly ever before. And yet it is a familiar voice, one that has been with him since early childhood. Now that sound is a familiar one, he's just never heard it aloud before. The voice is now angry instead of scared, instead of pained, instead of tired and desperate.
His gaze is drawn down to the source of it, inevitably, studying Kai's profile.
Marco is a contradiction, a man of great many skills that have a possibility to cut cruelly, a weapon created in unimaginable pressure and honed into a diamond. But while he knows how to apply all his edges to inspire fear just as much as he inspires loyalty, there is a reason why he falls in line when his cousin calls. Merlin is not a usual kind of king. He came to power by an accident. He's young and idealistic, meant to rule as a puppet but surprisingly capable of cutting those strings that are meant to bind him. Marco supports him not because they share a name or because they share a past, but because he respects Merlin. He'll go against his father if he has to.
Now, all that comes a stark comparison as he realises that fate had different ideas in store for him.
"You look very familiar," he says at length finally, smiling warmly.