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Merlin: Samhain Part IIMerlin’s eyes snapped open. What was he to say to that?Merlin: Samhain Part II1 month ago in General Fiction
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“Y-yes...” he struggled to get out, “...but only around this time of year--”
“That’s a horrible lie.” Merlin said, eyes half-understanding and sympathetic, and half confused, disturbed, and betrayed.
“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” Merlin admitted. “I do have magick. I...I was born with it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Morgana’s eyes were unreadable, and honestly, it terrified him.
“I wanted to, Morgana, I really wanted to. When I found out about...about my magick, I was just like you. But Gaius told me not to, so I didn’t.”
“Gaius tells people not to do things quite a lot.” she said flatly, a hint of bitterness in her eyes.
“Gaius is a good man. A really good man, and a good friend.” The warlock ju
Merlin: Samhain Part IThe wind howled through the nigh-bare trees, sending the few leaves that remained scattering off. The air was sharp--the ground, crunchy with leaves, and the barest touch of frost. Fires snapped in the distance, and the whole atmosphere crackled with one word.Merlin: Samhain Part I1 month ago in General Fiction
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And Merlin’s magick did, too.
It was the New Year’s celebration in the Old Religion, which ran deeper than his blood and stronger than his bones. He had to constantly fight to prevent the release of his magick and his eyes flashing. Every inch of him felt alive, and it was glorious.
Which is why, in short, he was sitting in the forest in the middle of the night, waiting for sunrise and the last day of October.
A snapping of twigs turned his attention. His magick ebbed, flowed, bended with one thought. Eager at its release, it wandered.
He turned his head at its urging. In the distance, a figure was seen, its blood-red cloak trailing behind it. The hood was removed, and brow
And I Will Return to YouMerlin calls Arthur back two months and three weeks after he leaves.And I Will Return to You1 month ago in Short Stories
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He grabs the horn from the vaults in the middle of the night, sneaking through a still mourning city and he leaves, riding through the night, and he prays that Arthur will come – because Merlin doesn't know what he will do if he doesn't.
He'd tried to follow Arthur, but he – he just came back.
It terrified him.
He does not care for the consequences he needs Arthur. He hadn't realized how much his life revolved around the blonde man until he was gone, he hadn't known how much love he had held – he hadn't known, and their goodbye was to brief and Merlin –
He was scared; he needed to hear Arthur's voice, even if he revealed all the things that Merlin never wanted to hear.
He closes his eyes and presses his lips to the end and he blows.
He opens his eyes to a blinding light and then there is Arthur, dressed in red and white, blonde and blue eyed and so painstakingly familiar that it hurts, he swall