( Merlin is a long-time friend of the Addams family. They met a good decade or so ago over some business involving a seance, a ritual sacrifice, and a pot of Earl Grey tea, which to this day remains one of Merlin's more fond memories. Although they don't see each other as often as he'd like (what with Merlin living in London and all) they've never lost touch over the years, and he pops across the pond as often as he can for birthdays, Halloweens, and the occasional evening of dinner theatre. Indeed, Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without a visit and some gifts for the children, only this time ...
Well.
He's brought a guest along with him. )
You could at least try to look like you want to be here, Arthur.
( Merlin chides him petulantly, adjusting a hand beneath the Halloween-slash-Christmas hamper in his arms. It's filled with all sorts of goodies he's picked up over the years: a rabbit's paw; a few ancient spell-books; some candle-holders from deep within Vatican vaults; as well as some fluffy bits and bobs like frankincense, black Chinese silk, and some fascinating insects preserved in amber. )
Morticia and Gomez are looking forward to meeting you. I've - well.
( How best to put it. )
Talked about you a fair bit?
( A crooked smile quirks his lips as he sets the gifts down by the tree, complete with a sealed letter hand-written with a quill and ink. )
CLOSED → Arthur | so sorry this is late, my love!
( Merlin is a long-time friend of the Addams family. They met a good decade or so ago over some business involving a seance, a ritual sacrifice, and a pot of Earl Grey tea, which to this day remains one of Merlin's more fond memories. Although they don't see each other as often as he'd like (what with Merlin living in London and all) they've never lost touch over the years, and he pops across the pond as often as he can for birthdays, Halloweens, and the occasional evening of dinner theatre. Indeed, Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without a visit and some gifts for the children, only this time ...
Well.
He's brought a guest along with him. )
You could at least try to look like you want to be here, Arthur.
( Merlin chides him petulantly, adjusting a hand beneath the Halloween-slash-Christmas hamper in his arms. It's filled with all sorts of goodies he's picked up over the years: a rabbit's paw; a few ancient spell-books; some candle-holders from deep within Vatican vaults; as well as some fluffy bits and bobs like frankincense, black Chinese silk, and some fascinating insects preserved in amber. )
Morticia and Gomez are looking forward to meeting you. I've - well.
( How best to put it. )
Talked about you a fair bit?
( A crooked smile quirks his lips as he sets the gifts down by the tree, complete with a sealed letter hand-written with a quill and ink. )
Come on. Let's find the punch.