I was listening to the Mulan soundtrack and this drabble-esque thing popped into my head.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine. My imagination supplies many things I would do to Merlin if he were mine. Arthur wouldn't be a bad bet either, nor Lance or Gwaine, but my vile mind is neither here nor there. Merlin does not belong to me and more's the pity.
Reflection.
Merlin sometimes catches sight of his reflection as he goes about his duties in the castle. To his eye he is nothing remarkable; a mop of messy black hair, too large ears and pale skin. The only thing that really draws any attention to him at all is hie eyes; brilliant blue that he has heard remarked upon more than once. There is no hint of the power that lurks in his slender frame, no hint that he is quite possibly the most powerful sorcerer to have ever lived.
When he considers it, everything about Merlin is a disguise. His clothes, many of his words, his position in the castle and the actions that he has been given credit for. He sees a thin, pale, often scared young man when he sees his own reflection and he often wonders if there will ever come a day when he will catch sight of it and see the power that he hides. He wonders if he will ever be able to show the world the real Merlin.
A part of him fears that day more than he looks forward to it.
Artemis