There’s a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony And the less of it I need, the more I get ‘Til I’m swept up by the shape of all the centuries Like an echo in the chambers of my chest
thinking about gwen trying to throw merlin a surprise party by writing everyone he corresponds with, like, “merlin’s been having a tough time lately, so i decided to call in some reinforcements” and it goes great until alator shows up with a whole ass army
