Disclaimer: *gearing up to battle BBC for the Merlin rights* Um…not right now. But soon, I shall! Mahahaha!
Merlin: I'm in disguise. – Merlin
Merlin: There, you see? I'm an ugly, horrible, grouchy old man! – Sword in the Stone
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Merlin inhaled, counted to five, exhaled, and slowly turned to his king.
"Arthur, why are all the people you chose as my doubles old men with long white beards?"
Arthur gave his advisor a grin that betrayed how amused he was with the situation. The king slid his arm around the warlock's shoulders, well aware of the scathing look that Merlin was giving him.
"Merlin," Arthur started, his voice a little conceding, "When you first here the words 'All powerful warlock' what image does it conjure?"
"A dragon." Came the immediate reply.
"The next image."
Merlin refused to answer; so Arthur did for him.
"You think of an old man who has spent years studying magic; not someone who looks to be twenty, with ears that stick out too much."
"What's wrong with my ears? And I'm thirty!"
Arthur patted Merlin's shoulder. "Keep telling yourself that."
Arthur failed to notice the nearby vase of flowers wilt as they were unfortunate to be the closest thing that the Warlock decided to glare at instead of the king's retreating back.