&& holdingbackforsnow
Merlin hadn’t meant to visit Avalon lake again. As shameful as it was, and perhaps exactly the opposite was his destiny was meant to be, he hadn’t visited the place in over twenty years now. But destiny be damned, he was just too tired. His soul was old and stretched; he wished to die, but couldn’t, he wished for Arthur to be back, for anyone he’d ever known to be back, but after centuries they seemed almost like a dream. And he was alone. The visit was short there. He watched the water from the distance, felt the fleeting feeling of the last bits of magic floating around, but there was nothing. He sighed and turned away.














