Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Dragon island (Part 11)

A.N.:/// Theoretical exams are OVER. Hell yeah
 Links for art and stuff are in bio ^^

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It was quiet inside the tiny house. Only Gwaine's silent snoring disrupted the silence inside the living room. Early sun rays shone visibly through the window.
Everything glowed under it's touch.
Sir Leon however, did not awake to the blinding light, but to the realization that his face felt heavier than usual.

Because there was something on it.
When he opened his eyes, he was faced with a set of scales, zoomed in so that he could make out it's texture. They looked similar to finger nails, if you looked at them closely.
That however, was not soothing thought.

Almost cross eyed, Leon blinked his adrenaline away. Because scaled meant this was a snake, or a lizard, or anything else with scales and ... was that a set of fangs? Whatever this was, it would attack, as soon as he made a wrong move.
That's what his instincts told him.
Leon's heart was beating rapidly, his hand slowly curled around the hilt of his sword. Or tried to. He found himself empty handed. He didn't have a sword. ...
He DIDN'T have a SWORD.
He forced himself not to panic.

And then he stopped as the tiny creature yawned contently. They readjusted their wings and finally, the memories rushed back into Leon's mind.
This was a dragon. He couldn't conceal the wave of panic that did wash over him now. It was the dragon that had first tried to hurt them yesterday, and then turned out to be a friend.
Leon calmed down. This was Ciril. Ciril was a friend. They were kind. And powerful.

And soul bonded to him.
Finally, all of his initial resolve and hard worked knight instincts faded away. It was replaced with a resignation. And a growing sense of annoyance.
He'd heard enough soul bonding or rather soulmate stories to know that he had a day full of teasing (most likely from Gwaine) in front of him.

Because the way he knew Gwaine, Gwaine would never pass a single opportunity to torment him.
The dread was much more deafening than his initial fear from the dragon. He really didn't want to remember all the stuff Gwaine had tried to make him do, before they went on the boat trip in the first place.

Internally, Leon cursed George. There was a REASON he never went drinking with Gwaine. Don't get him wrong. Leon liked Gwaine. Gwaine was a cool dude. Gwaine just... sometimes.... meant it too good with people.
And Leon liked to not draw attention to himself. Gwaine was the exact opposite of that.
Neither of them could have been very happy with yesterdays affairs.

Leon sighed with dread. Maybe he shouldn't be playing prophet with these things. It never failed to inject him with a sense of dread. Then again, he liked to be prepared for this kind of nonsense, so he wouldn't react rashly.

To be fair, he already had a dragon on his face, how much worse could it get?
Without a second thought, he brushed Ciril off his face.

Ciril yelped at the unkind movement, but caught himself.
He blinked up at Leon. "What the hell, that was rude!"

"You're the one who slept on my face.", Leon growled back, before sitting up. Ciril blinked at him sheepishly, but seemed to understand that he had overstepped a line.
"Sorry. It's been some time since I had family."

Leon sighed. The dragon seemed apologetic, but Leon had no patience to call on empathy. Though, he also had no energy to fight either. "Did it have to be my face, though?"

Ciril tilted his head. "What's wrong with your face?"

"What's wrong with my-? You know what? Never mind.", Leon groaned and rubbed his neck with both hands.
Ciril sat up and kindly tilted his head once more. His head was always in constant movement to properly see who was in front of him. But right now, Leon found the constant movement unnerving.
So he stood up and took note of Gwaine sleeping form in front of the glimmering fireplace.
He sighed in relief. The man was still asleep. Leon may have a few hours of peace left yet.
Silently, he tapped through the sleeping house, only followed by Ciril who had no such qualms and stamped down loudly on the wooden plates behind him.
So loudly, Leon swore he could hear his own ears ringing.