A Spot of Unfortunate Brain Death, Shown By Fic
Hmm, catching up on beta-ing at least, but am unfortunately constantly being distracted from doing that chapter of ADD (I think I'm coming for a year since my last update) by writing not-very-good Merlin fic. If my brain was functioning at all, I'd be ashamed of myself. When I'm not freaking out over unis, at least. One of these days I'm going to draw up a big list of pros and cons. It just feels so stuck-up to say `Hmm, Exeter or Oxford?`.
On the (minor) plus side, I have had my faith in Oscar nominated films restored again, since Benjamin Button was actually really good. Just wanted to say that, er, for no real reason. Maybe to try to distract from my random `scribbled when should've been asleep` crap fic.
Title: Thoughts From a Cavern
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None, really. Badly written Dragon POV? Possibly 1x01, I think.
Genre: I'm going to be `bleah` and say General.
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin
Word Count: 299
Summary: `Sometimes the dragon wondered if being trapped under a castle of paranoid magic-fearers for twenty-one years had made him a little, well, peculiar.`
Thoughts From a Cavern
Sometimes the dragon wondered if being trapped under a castle of paranoid magic-fearers for twenty-one years had made him a little, well, peculiar.
There hadn’t really been anybody to talk to before, unless one counted trying to entice the guards down the stairs for a good roar. `Venting`, he liked to call it. The rest of the time, his thoughts tended to do what they liked with no reason to control themselves.
On reflection, it was no wonder he had trouble making himself understood. One question and those idling thoughts, merely waiting for the excuse, went spinning off into the more obscure and elaborate parts of a mind that did need the entertainment. Of course freedom was on the agenda, with the plans helping to fill the long stretches of nothing. However, there was also another little scheme, which unfortunately only encouraged the convoluted thought processes. It was rather infuriating, to tell the truth.
`You are but one side of a coin. Arthur is the other.`
He couldn’t help it really, but he also hadn’t realised how blunt humans actually required you to be before a message finally got through to them. He was fairly certain most creatures of the old religion didn’t have to put up with this rubbish.
Perhaps the young warlock might be a little more responsive to a very simple request: `Will you please admit how you feel about him before I lose what little sanity I have left?`
Surely it was worth a shot?
He heard Merlin calling to him, no doubt with another problem. Sighing, he flew to the rescue (as he liked to think of it) and listened carefully to the problem. Nothing exciting, but if he could manage to say it this time…
`The Moon cannot exist without the Sun…`
Damn.