He makes a pretty good younger brother. *steals his ice cream*Hey! Give that back!
Make me. *licks the spoon*
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You ever just realized how lucky you are that you did that weird thing that led to you being friends with the people you are friends with?
OOPS!
5. Your character walking in on mine waking from a nightmare.
Merlin rolled out of bed and crashed onto the ground, a silent scream tearing out of his throat. He sat up shakily and struggled to catch his breath. He was sweating, and the room was stiflingly hot.
The warlock shivered. The heat had contributed to a harsh bout of nightmares for the past few nights, each of them involving him burning for sorcery. Merlin hadn’t had such intense dreams for a long time.
He jumped slightly as he heard his door creak and saw that someone had been standing in the doorway the entire time and had probably seen his embarrassing tumble out of bed.
Habitually, he tried to force a small smile. Summer? What are you doing here? Are you alright?
“I heard your fear,” she whispered. “I’ve /been/ hearing it, actually, but tonight was — I couldn’t sleep either.”
AU: Merlin meets the Doctor in the distant future and hopes he could go back and prevent Arthur’s death, but even a Timelord cannot reunite them again.
Colin saying “Aww, thank you” to some guy.
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I’m fine, Summer. Don’t worry about it, he mentally muttered, rubbing at his eyes with one hand. He turned to look out his window, avoiding eye contact with Summer. It would be easier—too easy—to let his guard down in front of her since she knew about his secret.
“YOU CAN’T LIE TO ME!” she exploded, slamming her hands down on the bed. Okay, maybe that was an overreaction, but it was severely irritating for him to say ‘I’m fine’ to /her/, of all people. “You don’t /want/ to talk about it, say that, but don’t you fucking /lie/ to me.”
Merlin responded with a heated glare before turning his head away, closing his eyes, and forcing himself to breathe deeply. He was NOT in the mood to be yelled at. Part of him wanted to talk about it, but a larger part reasoned that it would be pointless. Discussing it wouldn’t fix the problem or make it easier to live with.
Sorry, he replied grudgingly and with only partial sincerity. I’ll be sure not to do it again.
“Good.” She nodded sharply. “Seriously, Merlin, I can feel you on the other side of town. Tell me what’s going on.” She patted the bed. “Come on.”
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Merlin tried not to immediately bristle at the wording of the statement. It was just a phrase. “Talking about it” didn’t NEED to involve actual talking
though it usually did.Talk about what, exactly?
“What the fuck ever is making you sulk like a massive storm. It’s like having a continuous roll of thunder in my head.” She sat on his bed and folded her legs up, clearly with every intent of staying until something changed.
I’m fine, Summer. Don’t worry about it, he mentally muttered, rubbing at his eyes with one hand. He turned to look out his window, avoiding eye contact with Summer. It would be easier—too easy—to let his guard down in front of her since she knew about his secret.
“YOU CAN’T LIE TO ME!” she exploded, slamming her hands down on the bed. Okay, maybe that was an overreaction, but it was severely irritating for him to say ‘I’m fine’ to /her/, of all people. “You don’t /want/ to talk about it, say that, but don’t you fucking /lie/ to me.”
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Summer didn’t even bother pretending she had no idea what was going on. She just marched into Merlin’s room, hands on her hips, and pinned him with a glare. He was giving her a headache, and she couldn’t shut him out.
“You want to talk about it.”
Merlin tried not to immediately bristle at the wording of the statement. It was just a phrase. “Talking about it” didn’t NEED to involve actual talking
though it usually did.Talk about what, exactly?
“What the fuck ever is making you sulk like a massive storm. It’s like having a continuous roll of thunder in my head.” She sat on his bed and folded her legs up, clearly with every intent of staying until something changed.