*WAVES BACK* This fandom is so wonderfully silly. I adore it.
The summary made me imagine Merlin as a dragon, scales and all - which is something that will probably never get out of my head. It would have been so very convenient if he was a dragon - chomp or roast teh evil.
And now, I can't unsee it either. Damn you. Have some surprise comment fic:
Arthur, the voice hisses at him as it has every night for the past week. Arthur, you gigantic prat, I'm in the cavern. Come find me. I shouldn't need to spell it out for you exactly.
He still remembers when he wakes up. Which is strange because he scarcely remembers his dream and can't think of a single reason why a mysterious voice would call him a prat while he sleeps. Which is probably why he heads to the cavern if he's honest with himself. If there is someone there, he will have then put in the stocks.
"About time," the voice greets as he steps inside. "You're three weeks late for your destiny, you stubborn prat."
"Who dares speak to me this way?"
There's a snort and then the rush of air from a pair of great wings as a dragon lands in front of him. "I'm called Merlin."
Arthur gapes. "You're a dragon."
"I really prefer Merlin."
"I'm the crown prince! I can't be talking to a dragon."
"I would prefer not to talk to you either, but reportedly we're too sides of the same coin."
"The other side of my coin is a dragon?"
"It's destiny," the dragon says.
"So change it!"
"I can't. It's destiny."
Silence.
"If it helps, I would prefer if the other side of my coin wasn't such a prat."
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The summary made me imagine Merlin as a dragon, scales and all - which is something that will probably never get out of my head. It would have been so very convenient if he was a dragon - chomp or roast teh evil.
And now, I can't unsee it either. Damn you. Have some surprise comment fic:
Arthur, the voice hisses at him as it has every night for the past week. Arthur, you gigantic prat, I'm in the cavern. Come find me. I shouldn't need to spell it out for you exactly.
He still remembers when he wakes up. Which is strange because he scarcely remembers his dream and can't think of a single reason why a mysterious voice would call him a prat while he sleeps. Which is probably why he heads to the cavern if he's honest with himself. If there is someone there, he will have then put in the stocks.
"About time," the voice greets as he steps inside. "You're three weeks late for your destiny, you stubborn prat."
"Who dares speak to me this way?"
There's a snort and then the rush of air from a pair of great wings as a dragon lands in front of him. "I'm called Merlin."
Arthur gapes. "You're a dragon."
"I really prefer Merlin."
"I'm the crown prince! I can't be talking to a dragon."
"I would prefer not to talk to you either, but reportedly we're too sides of the same coin."
"The other side of my coin is a dragon?"
"It's destiny," the dragon says.
"So change it!"
"I can't. It's destiny."
Silence.
"If it helps, I would prefer if the other side of my coin wasn't such a prat."