On hold. "I want to go home." Merlin murmured silently, because what were the dangers of wilderness against the memory of Dancing Skeletons? What were wolves against murders once and again? What was the gaping hole in his heart, after the death of his friend, compared to the feeling of loosing his sanity? He wanted to laugh, but didn't. He didn't want to hear himself broken.
Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Chapters: 8 - Words: 6,863 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 10/15/2013 - Published: 10/4/2013 - Merlin, Arthur, Gwaine