If life was a game, it wouldn't be a simple one. It would be one where neither luck nor skill was quite enough and where the rules were written in a different language.
Merlin didn't worry about it as much as most people. After all, destiny had already decreed which markers they had to hit before it was game over, and if the dice weren't rolling his way, he'd just change them to sixes.
But somewhere in the middle of the game, destiny got bored and wandered off, and the board itself was so very old, somehow they wandered off the path and away from the markers and cut straight for the end. And there was a single square they had to hit to go back and try again, but Merlin was sure he could do it, because all they needed were two sixes, and the dice had never failed him yet.
But the old dice were gone, and the new ones weren't loaded, they didn't have to be because each side only had a single dot.
It doesn't matter how you make the dice land if the only possibility is snake eyes.
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Merlin Headcanons
Fanfiction. . . As well as theories, drabbles, and rants on ships.
