On the fourth day of Ficmas...
... lycoris gave to me: the prompt 'Merlin, Mordred, dancing'.
Mordred smiles in greeting. Merlin nods solemnly. They both continue on to their destinations.
Mordred laughs at the antics of his fellow knights, casting a grin in Merlin’s direction. Merlin watches from a distance, his eyes dark and wary.
Mordred holds out a hand to Merlin to help him up. Merlin clambers to his feet by himself.
Mordred sinks to his knees, watching the executioner raise his axe to behead a Druid. Merlin watches from the shadows of the citadel, tears in his eyes.
Mordred stares at Arthur, his eyes full of cold fury as he drives his sword into his abdomen. Merlin races from across the battlefield, his eyes full of golden grief.
Mordred faces Merlin. Merlin faces Mordred. One will not leave the field alive.
In another life, Mordred smiles in greeting. Merlin smiles back. A new dance begins.
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Mordred smiles in greeting. Merlin nods solemnly. They both continue on to their destinations.
Mordred laughs at the antics of his fellow knights, casting a grin in Merlin’s direction. Merlin watches from a distance, his eyes dark and wary.
Mordred holds out a hand to Merlin to help him up. Merlin clambers to his feet by himself.
Mordred sinks to his knees, watching the executioner raise his axe to behead a Druid. Merlin watches from the shadows of the citadel, tears in his eyes.
Mordred stares at Arthur, his eyes full of cold fury as he drives his sword into his abdomen. Merlin races from across the battlefield, his eyes full of golden grief.
Mordred faces Merlin. Merlin faces Mordred. One will not leave the field alive.
In another life, Mordred smiles in greeting. Merlin smiles back. A new dance begins.
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