Back to Paris
The moon was high and he was pretty sure he had fine tuned the spell to bring him back to right before he left. Hopefully she would be home when he appeared. Merlin took a deep breath and worked his magic.
The next second he found himself crashing towards the floor of Ariadne's flat. "Ow..." he whined, rubbing at his backside. He was there. Fear and slight panic rose in his chest. What if she didn't want to return his feeling? Worse. What if she had a betrothed and...
"Ariadne? It's me...Merlin."
The next second he found himself crashing towards the floor of Ariadne's flat. "Ow..." he whined, rubbing at his backside. He was there. Fear and slight panic rose in his chest. What if she didn't want to return his feeling? Worse. What if she had a betrothed and...
"Ariadne? It's me...Merlin."