I was challenged one day to write a relationship between Gaius and his eyebrow. You know... that one? Here are the sad, sad, sad results.
Gaibrow! õ_Ó
He leaned forwards, peering intently at his face in the mirror. Reaching over, he picked up a tiny comb, thoughtfully brushing the brow in question. "Yes..." he purred at it, "You ought to do very well." He gave it an experimental lift, and then frowned thoughtfully. "You don't seem to be intimidating enough, though. Perhaps you need a bit of a push?" he murmured to the mirror. He gazed intently at the glass, thinking hard, then he smiled in self-satisfied triumph.
A word, a flash of magic.
Then he turned towards the door...
Merlin was returning home.