A/N: My best friend moved away recently.
I considered taking this out on the characters.
Fortunately, I decided that wouldn't be fair to my lovely readers.
Unfortunately, you can probably expect that to affect my writing for a while. A long while. Whether that means I'll be writing fluff to cheer myself up or fulfilling the old adage about misery and company, I don't know. Maybe a bit of both. Consider yourselves warned.
Alright Sadness, that's enough from you. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts . . .
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Arthur will come.
Camelot fell.
Arthur will come.
Merlin wandered through villages emptied by the Black Plague.
Arthur will come.
The world tore itself apart in wars.
Arthur will come.
Magic came back. The sky itself seemed to burn.
Arthur will come.
The wars grew worse.
Arthur will come.
His people were being enslaved.
Arthur will be here soon.
They caught him.
He had to escape. He had to find Arthur. His king was looking for him. He knew it.
They cut him open.
Arthur, please!
He had scars now. Neat, precise grids of them instead of ragged, random ones. They hurt him.
"Arthur will come."
They hurt him some more.
Arthur.
Arthur!
Arthur?
ArthurArthurArthurArthurArthur.
It was meaningless now.
Wasn't I good enough?
No.
He locked Arthur away, deep inside him. It was the only way to survive.
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A/N: My brain and I need to have a chat about the definition of "happy thoughts". On the other hand, this was pretty cathartic.
Don't kill me! There will be a sequel to the sequel. This just needed to be written, and it didn't fit with what's coming.
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Merlin Headcanons
Fanfiction. . . As well as theories, drabbles, and rants on ships.
