all I ever wanted to be was in your stereo ⛥ birthday

[merlin]

⛥ drop of rum on my tongue with a warning ⛥

She couldn't say that there was much reason to celebrate her birthday, but there had been in the past. The future and the present was now, there wasn't much use in lingering in the past, but what could she do? There were faces that haunted her sleep, and voices of the dead she'd lost. Awakening hours before from the grips of her memories, Merlin had left where she'd denied denied the time being, subconsciously waiting outside of Atbash's door without calling for the other. It had been too early a morning to call her out for a walk.

Now as the sun rose, she walked through the camp, using her tail to adjust her balance when it was off, scarred flank heaving a small amount from frustration. At this time, she was in the center of camp, sitting down and resting under the statue, her head turned to the sky. It wasn't as if she would be able to see the spirits there. But she felt their touches, even as sunlight and warmth crept over her fur. A soft purr followed, her eyes sliding closed as she soaked in the first few rays of sunlight, murmuring, "Happy birthday to me.", she would speak, "And happy birthday to you guys too, wherever you are. You don't need to visit me, I'm okay. I'm not joining you for a long time anyways", she would continue, voice dropping off as she listened to others awakening around camp - she should probably move.