Merlin spends most of his time under an aging spell between adventures. After all, young people are expected to mingle, get socially acceptable jobs, rave about new technology, date, and a bunch of other stuff I really doubt Merlin feels like dealing with. As an old man, however, he has the perfect excuse to be reclusive whenever the mood strikes him, get money from his retirement fund (re: by selling antiques he's been collection for years), rant about how good things used to be, and talk wistfully about an old flame and dead friends. Plus, he gets to be grumpy and whap people with his cane. He likes whapping people with his cane. It makes him happy.
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Merlin Headcanons
Fanfiction. . . As well as theories, drabbles, and rants on ships.
