False Perfection
What Merlin had always loved about snow was when it blanketed the world undisturbed and made everything seem clean and peaceful—perfect.
What Merlin did not love about the snow was how it slithered into his boots every time he was forced to tramp after Arthur on another hunt or patrol. He did not love how it hid wicked roots that sent him sprawling into its frigid depths.
He did not love how it clung persistently to Arthur's boots and cloak just long enough to melt all over his clean floor, mingled with mud from the training yards or wherever.
Marking complete because these drabbles are unrelated and complete as-is and because updates will be sporadic as I get inspired. Currently working on a separate collection of themed drabbles for Merlin, so I'm focusing more on them.