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[lastdragonlord]

Characters: Merlin (lastdragonlord ) and James Potter (chaserprongs )
When: Sunday, twilight
Where: The wastes
Rating: Pg
Summary: Sooner or later, everything about these boy's friendship comes down to flying.

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[chaserprongs]

Lily, take Harry and run!

It was a stupid thing to say, especially with the Dark Lord right there. What had he possibly hoped to achieve? It was suicide, he knew that, he knew that he was going to die. It was a special type of finality that came with the thought. He knew he was going to die. And somehow, that was okay. Dying for people you love, well. That's not so bad

[lastdragonlord]

No dragon was going to eat James whenever Merlin was around, that was for sure, even if the young blue dragon that he'd managed to convince that pleasing a dragonlord was only ever going to be a good thing for it gave a slightly dubious snort upon James appearing in their view, echoed faintly by Bran a moment later; egos, Merlin quietly despaired, he was destined to forever be surrounded by egos.

Still, he wasn't out here for his health - really wasn't out here for his health, and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to try and keep the world from spinning and plastered on a smile for James as he approached. James, who looked older and sadder and wiser, who Merlin would save if he could, but that was impossible, wasn't it? So instead Merlin would give him what he could. Merlin always gave what he could

[chaserprongs]

James grinned a little while nodding, politely, to the dragon. He had met a dragon or two in his world... or, he had now, and they looked something like the dragons Merlin had managed to round up.

"Sure," he said, a little airily, crossing to stand in front of the creature who would allow him a quick ride. "So long as he's okay with it."

This was the perfect distraction. He loved flying. It was the best feeling in the whole world.

[lastdragonlord]

"Of course he's alright with it." Merlin said, reaching forward to rub the dragon's snout and whisper some nonsense sounds that Bran sometimes like to croon at him when he was still half asleep. He was much fonder of dragons, now that he wasn't being constantly lectured by one, and this one in particular hadn't laughed at him for very long for what he supposed might be considered a strange accent in this world.

"I'm hardly the sort of person to use my abilities to force him to do anything that he doesn't want to - that stuff is for emergencies only."