Magic was going to be legalized. Obviously some things would need to be explained to the knights and the Council. Arthur had a speech planned.
By the time he got there, Gwaine already had one going.
"Magic," he said, "is like a Merlin. It's usually nonviolent unless you provoke it or someone it likes. And if that happens, mate, you're doomed, because when it get violent, it gets epically, castle destructively, violent. But most of the time it's just sort of goofy and nice, and maybe a bit secretive, but it's normally for your own good, and it's really protective and loyal, and I think we should respect that. And it's been hurt a lot, and its lost a lot which is something I think we need to make up for. Because look at those sad blue eyes, people, look at them!" Gwaine had grabbed a gaping Merlin by the shoulders and shoved him in front of the collected men.
Arthur coughed. "Despite the metaphor, we are here to talk about magic, not Merlin."
Gwaine looked confused. "What's the difference?"
Arthur opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. "Merlin's not an it," he pointed out finally.
"Okay, fine. But that's the only difference!"
It was easier not to argue with him.
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A/N: I know "Magic is like a Merlin" is actually a simile, but I figured Arthur, being Arthur, wouldn't know the difference.
