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           so many relics such as this one were stashed away in a place where no one would find them for long centuries, kept safe among shelves of old letters, and trinkets left after those merlin could barely remember. that’s why his fingers slide against the eye with a cautious care, as the power of it tingles against his skin. it has been so long since he’s felt something like this.  ❛  this is no toy, and it shouldn’t be kept by someone who would abuse its power.  ❜

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the warning is noted, but to merlin it holds no meaning other than an empty promise. he doesn’t wish to fight for an object long lost, yet it’s clear by the way he holds onto it that he easily could  ——  if it proved necessary.  ❛  who owns it now then? i can only tell you so little without knowing more, i’m afraid.  ❜  he has only allowed himself to be found to find out more, after all ; but that remains unsaid.

words stand still in his mouth, unmoving behind closed lips as dylan weighs his options — it is not in his interests to jeopardise an organisation he’s spent his life protecting, but the man requires answers for answers.   “ i work for SOMEONE. her family are collectors passing it down from parent to child. they’re just looking for a name and an origin. all we know is it’s been with them for hundred-two hundred years. ”

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it’s vague enough to not give anything up on the organisation, just an indication of the object’s age. the relic resembles neither the eye of the horus nor the eye’s current insignias — there’s no reason to believe its origin story has anything directly to do with the organisation.   “ it’s POWERFUL, i know that much. if it’s dangerous, it’s going behind locked doors. ”

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