Angel Barrett

“Cerridwen, Cerridwen, Lady of The Cauldron come see what they have done.

Stolen your Cauldron’s power, and betrayed your only son,

Your eyes wide, lips curl, anger on your face

Change your shape now, lady; be the hound, begin the chase.”

Merlin/Arthur | Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | Word Count: 100

Merlin's Magic Revealed | Merlin's Scars Revealed | Angst and Hurt/Comfort

For @merlinmicrofic with the prompt "nightfall"

As night falls Arthur learns about Merlin's sacrifices and fears for his safety

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After all was aired, once the word “lied” had been thoroughly exorcised from Arthur’s tongue, he could only listen.

Night fell and the veil was lifted from his eyes.

How could he match such devotion? He could not, he could only whisper his promises of protection, his thanks into Merlin’s skin.

Merlin wore his scars all too casually.

“They were easy,” Merlin whispered, his lips on his bare shoulder. “A small price, Arthur, and I’d pay it again.”

“No,” Arthur replied. “Never again.”  

“Fate punishes that kind of talk.”

In Arthur’s dreams, fate was Uther warming himself on Merlin’s pyre.

the twrch trwyth in the search for olwen !!

If you’ve ever liked bbc Merlin PLEASE go and listen to camlann so it can get a second season + it’s incredible.

Irish megalithic sites illustrated by Paul Blades.

Today will be attempt 37 of trying to get something other than a bob.

You see, I have these duel curses and there are that 1. I'm apparently not enough of baddie to be given a not-bob and 2. that I belong in bob-jail for even asking.

Last time, I fought tooth and nail (asked very politely and over-explained myself and my choices) for an undercut that no one could even see under the bob I was given.

Wish me luck.

'The Fairy Procession' (Thorn Rose) by Errol Le Cain, 1977.

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