always was.
And when the King died, the shock of reality was like a dagger in the stomach.
*
(present and future King, and Merlin could not even touch his body.)
*
And first time in years, the Wizard felt absolutely lost.
*
Merlin and Morgana presses her lips holding his glass between his fingers.
- What next?
- Then what?
broad smiles, tears off a chill. Merlin does not answer, and that Morgan continues. Take a small sip and let the cup on the table. "After centuries lost the magician passes."
*
History, according to Merlin, varies too little to your taste.
Once there was a servant. It was a decent guy under the command of a complete idiot. He saved the life day in and day out, and never gets the credit. Neither asked for, because it was a decent guy. Years later (decades, centuries) old hatreds seem to fade. Never go away, but they are hidden under layers of dust. Can ignore them and build on them. And right now is that Morgana Merlin is the only constant you have.
*
Magic is not cyclical. There is intermittent, interminable. Just
is
. At every point, every moment of existence.
the world is changing.
cities which were built on ruins, which disappear religions, kings who die.
The magic remains unchanged that way under the fabric of reality.
For that is all that remains. Together to kill the wait. Dodge for years, tracked down like a game, until the time comes.
*
When known, Merlin thought it was impossible not to fall in love with Morgana. It was impossible not to be attracted by the fury behind the facade of pristine skin, prominent cheekbones.
Merlin always wanted a little like that. That is ridiculous and
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