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sins_of_a_father2021-10-26 06:08 pm
purpleandgray) wrote in sins_of_a_father2021-10-26 06:08 pm
Catlick of Fire
Say what you will of tradition, it seemed to work for Merlin and Luke. Repetition, repetition, repetition, familiarity and comfort.
At least there was supposed to be comfort in that bar at the end of one universe and at the start of the other. But nothing ever was what it seemed, right?
Merlin arrived with storm at his back, frogs raining down around him like disgustingly large raindrops, just as wet and surprising when received right in the nape of his neck or over the crown of his head. He cursed as he dismounted his steed, a feathered creature somewhere between a big cat and a large eagle. The creature letting out a disgruntled hiss as it beat its wings and rose above the storm with a few powerful strike of its wings. Merlin was left in front of the inn, shaking off amphibians from his cloak before he pulled open the door and strode into the warmly lit tavern.
He located Luke at the bar and grinned as he let his costume drop and shift back to something much more comfortable as he walked across the floor to his friend. Pale jeans and a Rolling Stones t-shirt appeared before he swung himself on the barstool next to the runaway king.
"I see you've started without me. Rude."
At least there was supposed to be comfort in that bar at the end of one universe and at the start of the other. But nothing ever was what it seemed, right?
Merlin arrived with storm at his back, frogs raining down around him like disgustingly large raindrops, just as wet and surprising when received right in the nape of his neck or over the crown of his head. He cursed as he dismounted his steed, a feathered creature somewhere between a big cat and a large eagle. The creature letting out a disgruntled hiss as it beat its wings and rose above the storm with a few powerful strike of its wings. Merlin was left in front of the inn, shaking off amphibians from his cloak before he pulled open the door and strode into the warmly lit tavern.
He located Luke at the bar and grinned as he let his costume drop and shift back to something much more comfortable as he walked across the floor to his friend. Pale jeans and a Rolling Stones t-shirt appeared before he swung himself on the barstool next to the runaway king.
"I see you've started without me. Rude."