Forever lost
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Author:
archaeologist_d
Title: Forever Lost
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin
Summary: Merlin couldn’t take it any more.
Warnings: suicidal thoughts
Word Count: 100
Camelot Drabble Prompt: #372:bingo-round 1- abandonment issues
Author's Notes: Written for the bingo challenge.
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; It and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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It was quiet by the lake. Water, already covering Merlin’s knees, lapping against him in tiny wavelets, beckoned him in. He took another step, listening to the wash of white noise against his thighs, the sounds, whispering of peace and oblivion, a welcome counterpoint to the desolation inside his head.
He’d lost everyone who ever mattered. Arthur wasn’t coming back, not matter what lies that bastard dragon had fed him. He’d waited a thousand years or more. Now he was done. There was nothing left to believe in.
He only hoped that Avalon’s lake would give him a final peace.
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Title: Forever Lost
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin
Summary: Merlin couldn’t take it any more.
Warnings: suicidal thoughts
Word Count: 100
Camelot Drabble Prompt: #372:bingo-round 1- abandonment issues
Author's Notes: Written for the bingo challenge.
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; It and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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It was quiet by the lake. Water, already covering Merlin’s knees, lapping against him in tiny wavelets, beckoned him in. He took another step, listening to the wash of white noise against his thighs, the sounds, whispering of peace and oblivion, a welcome counterpoint to the desolation inside his head.
He’d lost everyone who ever mattered. Arthur wasn’t coming back, not matter what lies that bastard dragon had fed him. He’d waited a thousand years or more. Now he was done. There was nothing left to believe in.
He only hoped that Avalon’s lake would give him a final peace.