More Than Words

Nightmare in slow motion

There was a crash from your bedroom window. You woke with a startle, gasping and bringing your hands up, ready to cast a spell. 

"Who's there?" You snapped, standing up in your bed, glaring at the figure in the dark. Whoever it was stopped moving, clearly startled and... scared. They were scared. 

"(Y/n)?" the figure croaked, your hands falling to your sides as you stared wide eyed at the shadowed figure. 

"Come closer," you ordered, the shadowed figure warily complying, stepping into the moonlight with pained eyes. Your fear fell off your shoulders swift as a rushing waterfall, replaced just as quickly with the painful tinge of worry. "Jim?" you said, walking forwards on the bed until you could reach out to him. He pulled away from your hand before you could touch him, his eyes darting to the ground. 

"Hi, (Y/n)," he mumbled. You felt your heart shatter in your chest. 

"You're- you're a troll?" you stuttered out, letting your hand fall to your side as Jim nodded. Your fists clenched. "Who did this to you?"

"I did this to myself. It's what has to be done," Jim replied solemnly. Your fists clenched so hard your knuckles were beginning to pale. 

"According to who? Who forced this idea into your head?" you said, reigning in your anger to not scare or guilt Jim. 

"Merlin! He said-" Jim began.

"HE'S ALIVE?! Oh, that BASTARD," you snapped, cutting him off, hopping off the bed and rustling around your drawers for clothes. You were in your pajama's, after all. 

"I- (y/n), what are you doing?" Jim stressed, watching as you pulled out a band t-shirt, a gift from Douxie, starting to shoo him out the door so you could change.

"I'm gonna go kill that bastard for all the shit he's done," you grumbled. Jim gawked at you as you shut the door, changing quickly before throwing the door open, storming towards the back door to leave the apartment without walking through the shop. 

"I- what- (y/n) why does this sound like it's personal?" Jim exclaimed, scrambling to follow you. You didn't answer his question, already heading down the stairs into the storage room with your motorcycle in it. 

"You might be a bit big to ride, but I'll manage. Where is he?" you asked, looking over at him as you grabbed your helmet. 

"You really wanna go now? It's the middle of the night!" Jim protested.

"My anger knows no rest," you deadpanned, sitting on your bike. "Now, I will ask again- where. Is. He?" Jim gulped. 

"A-at my house," he said, stepping away from the bike. "I'll just... walk." You nodded, opening the door and walking your bike forward a bit. Jim ran off, startling you with his increased speed, before you revved your bike, closing the door behind you and speeding off down the street. 

Oh, Merlin was so gonna be dead by the time you were done with him. 

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Merlin was clearly just as surprised as you were when you found out he was alive when you showed up at Jim's doorstep. His eyebrows raised so high you swore they were gonna fly off of his head. 

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?" he asked cooly, stepping aside to let you in the house. You stepped inside, letting him have a moment to process your continued existence before unleashing your fury onto him. 

"I'm here to see you, actually. I was surprised to learn you were actually alive, so I had to come see if it was true for myself," you shrugged, Jim slowly approaching the door with an apprehensive look on his face.