drabble: The Difficulty With Immortality
What Merlin’s scared of the most is not the fact he’ll be outliving everybody, nor is it about being ultimately alone in the end. It is the sinking awareness that for every learned phrase, every new face, every place he discovers there is payment in kind: words to an obscure spell, the mole in the inside of his mother’s arm, a shortcut to the prince’s chambers.
Today he finds himself staring at the particular blueness of the summer sky. Merlin chants ‘Arthur’ repeatedly under his breath, trying to conjure the shade -the color?- of the man’s eyes in his mind.
Today he finds himself staring at the particular blueness of the summer sky. Merlin chants ‘Arthur’ repeatedly under his breath, trying to conjure the shade -the color?- of the man’s eyes in his mind.