#;yolo

I’m sick as fuck and like I keep randomly conking out for like 10 minutes at a time, getting more and more confused every time-

wait

the fuck how am i gotta move my drafts across. and ask box.

demonistict

          Morgiana huffed, readjusting her tote as she knocked on Entiral’s door with a small smile. She had not seen her brotherly figure in a long while, so for her to be invited over for a sleepover was a big deal to her. 

                        She hoped she would have some s’mores that night.

            Realizing the door had opened and she had been invited inside, she stepped in, taking off her shoes and bending down to slip on some of her socks instead. She liked the feeling of the floorboards underneath her feet, so she would take her shoes off whenever she went inside a house.

                       She was weird like that.

                                                               One... Two... Three... Four...

                         Merlin  counted the turns he gave to the ring as                          he stared at it. It was no good thing to do this to                          himself,  to  remember  the last  Christmas;  the                          blissful day  and love that he  had felt then were                          still stuck in the back of his mind. Arthur's words                          still rang in his head. 'a promise ring as well'. He                          could  still hear it  very clearly  and it only  made                          the pain  even more real.  They were young but                          Merlin  had known——believed that  they would                          the right person for each other.

                                                               Five... Six... Seven... Eight...

                         It  was probably silly for him  to believe that his                          first love would be his last. Maybe he had been                          too  caught up  in his  own parents'  love  story.                          Or maybe  he had just made a  child's mistake.                          Whichever it was,  Merlin was still heartbroken                          and each time he thought about it, he swore he                          could feel his heart shatter a little more.

                                                               Nine... Ten... Eleven... Twelve...

                         He should have thrown the ring away.  But he                          didn't want to. He loved it more than he would                          ever admit.  Paradoxically, the ring was a just                          as much a comfort as it was pain. It reminded                          Merlin of the love they had shared. The same                          love that he still  felt despite the  betrayal and                          broken  heart.   But if  anybody asked,  Merlin                          would simply give the excuse of his upbringing.                          His mother  had  always taught  him that  gifts                          had  to be  treasured and  couldn't be refused                          nor thrown away.

                                                               Thirteen... Fourteen... Fifteen... Sixt——

                         His  count was interrupted by footsteps on the                          stone  floor of  the  corridor  he  was  sitting in.                          Looking up, Merlin felt his heart miss a beat at                          the  view  of  Arthur.  Slipping  the ring  off  his                          finger  and  closing his  fist over  it,  he sat  up                          straight and waited until he reached his position                          to speak up.

                                                      "What do you want ?"