A.N./ I didn't really want to post this. I don't feel like it encompasses the feelings I was trying to portray. I might re-write/edit it later. Rated K, inspired by Oblivion by Bastille. Oh, yes, I almost forgot. This is from the POV of dead!Avalon!Arthur. Just so you're not confused.
He stared up through the strange mistiness of the water above him, searching it for familiar figures. It was what he did most often here; look up to the people he had loved. They would flit about above the surface and he would smile at them.
The painful thing was that they never changed.
All they were were memories. Memories of Merlin and Leon and Percival and Gwaine and Guinevere.
What would they be like when he emerged again? Would they be different? Would he be different?
Would they ever be more than the empty, oblivious memories they had become?
Argh. Drabbles can be frustrating.