Merlin sighed heavily, a thousand years and still some things never changed…
He smiled ruefully as he looked out over the field to locate his once and future king and all his other bafoons. There was Lancelot working the goal, Perceval being terrifying, Gwaine was on again off again never knew what he'd do and then there was the captain of the team, Arthur.
Of course, everything was now much more difficult for Merlin, he had to remember their modern names, which were…. He'd remember later. He sat quietly beside an old friend from another life, Guinevere now known as… who knows.
He sighed again, he reeeeaaally needed to figure out their names again…
Shaking his head in annoyance at his shortcomings, Merlin chanced a look at Gwen. Happily siiting on the edge of her seat, trmbling with excitement as she watched Arth- Merlin cough in his head- the team, she hadn't even noticed he had sat beside her.
A thousand years and still nothing changes…. Thank goodness