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Who: Freya (cursedtobe), Merlin (pratservant)
When: After this but before this.
Where: An alleyway in the Outlander Block.
Format: Paragraph
What: Knights aren't the only ones to rescue damsels in distress. They're just better at it.
Warnings: angsting.
He was doing it again.
Keeping things from Arthur, stealing, making promises that practically beg to be broken. And yet all of it was done with the best of intentions. Merlin wanted to help, but more importantly he wanted to help her. He owed her that much for those precious few days where he felt accepted, normal. He had no idea how long it would be until he felt that way again. Someday Arthur might know and accept his secret, Anatole gave him hope for that. But until then...
And suddenly Freya was there, almost like she was keeping her promise despite not remembering him. But Merlin remembered how she felt - like a monster. And only someone who'd felt that way themselves would understand.
So he was doing it again. What else could he do?
"Freya." He called her name out softly as he advanced into the alleyway, knowing that she would hide at the sound of anyone's approach. "It's Merlin. I'm here now."
When: After this but before this.
Where: An alleyway in the Outlander Block.
Format: Paragraph
What: Knights aren't the only ones to rescue damsels in distress. They're just better at it.
Warnings: angsting.
He was doing it again.
Keeping things from Arthur, stealing, making promises that practically beg to be broken. And yet all of it was done with the best of intentions. Merlin wanted to help, but more importantly he wanted to help her. He owed her that much for those precious few days where he felt accepted, normal. He had no idea how long it would be until he felt that way again. Someday Arthur might know and accept his secret, Anatole gave him hope for that. But until then...
And suddenly Freya was there, almost like she was keeping her promise despite not remembering him. But Merlin remembered how she felt - like a monster. And only someone who'd felt that way themselves would understand.
So he was doing it again. What else could he do?
"Freya." He called her name out softly as he advanced into the alleyway, knowing that she would hide at the sound of anyone's approach. "It's Merlin. I'm here now."