Merlin sat quietly in his orange chair, mesmerized by the boy's sparkling eyes. "I'm Arthur," he said suddenly, holding out his good hand for Gwen to shake. "I'm Gwen, well, Guinevere, but, you know..." she trailed off, taking his hand in her own and shaking it. "Oh, this is Lancelot, and this is Merlin." Arthur's ey...
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"What's your name?" I asked her curiously. "My name? My name is irrelevant. I'm about to become your new human punchbag, let's try not to get too personal, yeah?" - © dorrito 2016. [warning: this story contains scenes involving panic/anger attacks and drug abuse.] strong language from the start.