Merlin fishing drabble
lewisian_gneiss prompted me with fishing. I feel like I need more words to properly play with this concept, but here is what I spit out.
Merlin cast the line into the placid water. He could see the stones below and the shiny fish wriggling past. In a hushed voice, he asked Lancelot, “Are you thinking about her?” Lancelot startled. “Who?,” he asked. “Gwen, you idiot.” “Why would I be thinking of her?” Lancelot replied. Merlin said, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because she’s kind and beautiful and funny and brave and...” Lancelot cut him off with a palpable sigh. “Merlin,” he groaned, “Arthur is a better man and she deserves to be happy.” Merlin responded, “But she loves you and don’t you deserve happiness too?”
Merlin cast the line into the placid water. He could see the stones below and the shiny fish wriggling past. In a hushed voice, he asked Lancelot, “Are you thinking about her?” Lancelot startled. “Who?,” he asked. “Gwen, you idiot.” “Why would I be thinking of her?” Lancelot replied. Merlin said, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because she’s kind and beautiful and funny and brave and...” Lancelot cut him off with a palpable sigh. “Merlin,” he groaned, “Arthur is a better man and she deserves to be happy.” Merlin responded, “But she loves you and don’t you deserve happiness too?”