Getting Adjusted
"So you woke up two days ago with no memory of pretty much anything and the first thing you do is take a walk?" Merlin stared incredulously at Arthur.
"Yeah."
"There must have been something else."
"Well, there was this nagging in the back of my skull, something calling out. I suppose that was what led me to you."
"Or you're luckier than Leon. Look, you'll have to take the couch, so I'll get more blankets. There's food in the cupboard. I know Gwen's not here, so don't set anything on fire…"
"Merlin?"
The other man looked up.
"Thank you."
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Glasses
"Merlin, what are those things on your face?"
Merlin started tapping his cheeks and forehead, trying to find whatever had set Arthur off this time. His fingers landed on the thin wire frames perched on his nose. "These? They're glasses, Arthur. You've seen glasses before."
"Well, yes. I know what they are –"
"Then why did you ask?"
"I wanted to know why you are wearing them."
"Arthur, my eyes haven't been newly reborn like yours. I actually had to live with this pair for a thousand years. I wouldn't be surprised if my eyesight was worse than Gaius' by now."
I have another two chapters ready, but hey, if anyone wants to give me some prompts... (And yes, other characters will be appearing. Very soon.)
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