Feb 9, 2021
vague one word merthur prompt: rain
Thank you to whoever sent this!
I wrote a fic based on this prompt here.
Merlin stares forlornly out at the rain. It’s the eleventh consecutive day of grey, cold wet. He rubs his eyes, hard, thinking it wouldn’t be so bad if he clawed them out by accident. Nothing is worse than boredom. When he opens his eyes again, and the sparks of white fade from his vision, it’s still raining outside. He hangs his head, looking down at the grey, unforgiving stone his forearms rest on, contemplating how hard he would have to hit his head against it to knock himself out.
