Because I met and exceeded my NaNo goals for the first time ever, you guys get two drabbles, posted together because they're sort of connected.
Merlin
Camelot held easily a hundred times the population of Ealdor—the citadel alone had more people living there than his home town. Merlin had more friends here than at home where there had been only Will.
None of that stopped him from being lonely.
Not when only one of those many people knew and understood his life. Not when his friends unknowingly condemned what he was at his core. Not when people like him often considered him a traitor to their kind, when he had to fight—kill—them.
He would always be lonely so long as magic was banned.
The Bed
The bed missed his sleeper. He wasn't a very good sleeper; he was never in bed as much as he should be—sometimes he'd disappear entirely for days—and when he was, he was constantly tossing and turning and sometimes talking or even shouting. Any sleeper was better than no sleeper at all, though, and he was lonely when his sleeper was gone.
Not quite as lonely as he had been before, when his only sleepers were temporary, always sick and messy.
But it wasn't just because this sleeper was more regular that he missed him. He was special. His.
These are dedicated to 1917farmgirl, who helped me complete my NaNo goals, cheering me and pushing me as needed and always willing to read and give me prompts when needed. She gave me the prompt "lonely," but apparently I wasn't meant to crush her heart or something because she came back with the amended prompt regarding Merlin's bed and Merlin's lack of sleep. I prefer the first one, she prefers the second I think. They belong together either way.
Happy December!
Have a lovely day!
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