#weird one

Oh, don't worry about that. It happens to dolls sometimes. You probably should not touch the thick black sludge it coughed up but it's okay, really. It just happens.

No, it doesn't gunk up this one's clockwork. O-oh, this one thought you knew. It doesn't have clockwork— it's more of a haunted porcelain doll than a wind up one.

No, it's alright, this one just... thought you knew it better than you did. It's okay.

Oh, one mome—hurghk

Yes, this one produced a little bit more. Do not worry about it.

No don't touch it. Seriously. Actually stop looking at it at all

Stop looking at the goo. Yes it's weird you can see yourself in— don't touch it!

This one is fine. It just does this sometimes, it told you.

No, you may not touch its cracks. They're sharp.

Stop looking at the sludge!

Why aren't you listening to this o— hrgck

Uuugh. This one would like to go home now.

It told you not to touch it!

Oh, that was definetely a mistake on your part. You could have probably survived with an amputation but it's all over you now.

You certainly are screaming a lot. At least it should be over soon.

Though rather than brown hair Merlin, this time is white hair Merlin.

Something like this:

In silence of room, with dim light from single candle next to a bed as a person lay on it. The person slowly get up, his white hair fall to his face as he sits on edge of the bed. We couldn't see his face, with only source of light came from almost burn out candle and his long wavy hair fall to his face, but his lips in sight as he opens them.

"no one ever control us, like a god would to his follower." He spoke, his voice almost a whisper.

"we're something no one could understand, anomaly no one ever seen." The candle grow shorter, as the wind hit the little fire of it.

"but we do lost to, but not too long." The person lift his face, reveal side part of his face, yet his eyes remains hides in shadow.

"our power rely on memory, regain them and we'll stood strong again. Then they all will back fear us again."

"go, and get the memories back."

"Go-"

—

Do i know what he talks about? No, but I'm sure he's was talk to brown hair Merlin.

For the prompt: Dragon Priest

A shoutout to @changelingsandothernonsense for these caveats:

Dragon Priest's POV Nyenna is the LDB

For those of you who aren't yet familiar, Nyenna is my OC from my main fic, The World on Our Shoulders. This piece is NON CANON. (:

Hope you like the oddness. It was a fun one!

Tagging @throughtrialbyfire, @dirty-bosmer, @archangelsunited, and @paraparadigm <3 It's another Second Person POV and I know you guys have always really supported my efforts on that front, too and it is so, so appreciated!

without further ado~

Another Sacrifice

It has been centuries—untold eras since you last breathed the air of the crypt you called your final resting place. Your skin, fragile now, stretches across your bones like canvas. You need not breathe, for long ago your insides had putrefied. You are desiccated, and yet more powerful than you have ever been before. You feel the magic pulse between the spaces in your ribs where your heart and lungs used to rest. You exhale dust and ash as you rise from your tomb, awakened by a sound in your head—

“Krii daar joorre.”