Some silly human girls fancied themselves a witch's coven and had tried to summon a demon to take revenge on an ex-lover of one of theirs, but they'd rather messed up their summoning. It had snagged Merlin instead. But he was amicable, so long as they gave him something sweet to eat. He'd summoned the boy in question into the room and turned his head into that of a donkey's. He thought it was an appropriate prank, and hilarious, since the boy had apparently acted like an ass.
The girls didn't seem to agree, if the screaming had been anything to go by.
The real stroke of luck was when none other than Lancelot, the man he'd been searching for, had walked through the door. Immediately he'd been distracted from his tricks, bombarding Lancelot with questions. That only seemed to overwhelm the man, though eventually he'd asked Merlin to change the boy's head back, which he'd begrudgingly done in exchange for more cookies.
And then he'd followed Lancelot out, determined to not leave his side until the man remembers him again. He must have forgotten, because he looked at Merlin like he didn't recognize him at all. His best friend had forgotten him entirely.
Lancelot has business to finish for his job, so Merlin is left to amuse himself. He falls into discussion of the dangers of cars to flying beings with a nearby raven, unaware of the strange looks he's garnering. As soon as Lancelot leaves the building again, he bids it goodbye and continues following him, his curiosity snagged by various things as they walk.
Finally they arrive to where Lancelot is staying and Merlin gasps in delight at the sound of a dog inside, grinning down at her. "Pleased to meet you as well, Lily. I'm Merlin. What a beautiful lady you are!"
He follows Lancelot in, letting Lily sniff his hands before sinking them into her soft fur, stroking her ears. "Yes, very rude of him to ignore you like that, but I'll throw the toy for you in a minute, alright?"
Rather than answer the question about food, Merlin tries to catch Lancelot's gaze. "You don't remember me at all, do you?"
She is a beautiful lady, yes! Lily bounces, paws only getting a centimetre or two off the ground because she has been told jumping is bad -- just enough motion to show enthusiasm. When Merlin drops to her height, thought, she charges forward into his arms -- tail swishing up over her back excitedly. Yes! It is good when people are at her height! Yes, Lancelot is very rude sometimes but he is also good! He's better than other people! Throwing toys is good too! Will you throw it for her soon?
Lancelot lets out a slow breath, turning sideways from where he's fidgeting with making some pasta. Merlin hasn't said if he wants any. Should he make enough for both of them anyway? He can always save it for tomorrow if he doesn't eat it.
The question makes his head hurt. His thoughts bounce off it, as if avoiding it, and Lancelot wonders if his little flat was always this warm.
"Should I?" he prompts. "Remember you? Forgive me, I meet a lot of people at work."
Even though Lancelot knows, in some unconscious way, this is nothing to do with work.
He gives Lady some more ear scritches, grinning as she sings Lancelot's praises. As any good dog should. As much as Merlin loves food, it can wait-- this is more important. This is why he left.
At Lancelot's answer, he straightens up to his full height again. He steps closer, insistent, and shakes his head. "Not from work. From when we were children. Do you want to remember? I can help you to." He reaches a hand up to touch Lancelot's temple, just the tips of his fingers brushing against the skin. Merlin's magic doesn't touch him yet, but it's there, charged in his fingertips, ready for him to command.
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Some silly human girls fancied themselves a witch's coven and had tried to summon a demon to take revenge on an ex-lover of one of theirs, but they'd rather messed up their summoning. It had snagged Merlin instead. But he was amicable, so long as they gave him something sweet to eat. He'd summoned the boy in question into the room and turned his head into that of a donkey's. He thought it was an appropriate prank, and hilarious, since the boy had apparently acted like an ass.
The girls didn't seem to agree, if the screaming had been anything to go by.
The real stroke of luck was when none other than Lancelot, the man he'd been searching for, had walked through the door. Immediately he'd been distracted from his tricks, bombarding Lancelot with questions. That only seemed to overwhelm the man, though eventually he'd asked Merlin to change the boy's head back, which he'd begrudgingly done in exchange for more cookies.
And then he'd followed Lancelot out, determined to not leave his side until the man remembers him again. He must have forgotten, because he looked at Merlin like he didn't recognize him at all. His best friend had forgotten him entirely.
Lancelot has business to finish for his job, so Merlin is left to amuse himself. He falls into discussion of the dangers of cars to flying beings with a nearby raven, unaware of the strange looks he's garnering. As soon as Lancelot leaves the building again, he bids it goodbye and continues following him, his curiosity snagged by various things as they walk.
Finally they arrive to where Lancelot is staying and Merlin gasps in delight at the sound of a dog inside, grinning down at her. "Pleased to meet you as well, Lily. I'm Merlin. What a beautiful lady you are!"
He follows Lancelot in, letting Lily sniff his hands before sinking them into her soft fur, stroking her ears. "Yes, very rude of him to ignore you like that, but I'll throw the toy for you in a minute, alright?"
Rather than answer the question about food, Merlin tries to catch Lancelot's gaze. "You don't remember me at all, do you?"
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Lancelot lets out a slow breath, turning sideways from where he's fidgeting with making some pasta. Merlin hasn't said if he wants any. Should he make enough for both of them anyway? He can always save it for tomorrow if he doesn't eat it.
The question makes his head hurt. His thoughts bounce off it, as if avoiding it, and Lancelot wonders if his little flat was always this warm.
"Should I?" he prompts. "Remember you? Forgive me, I meet a lot of people at work."
Even though Lancelot knows, in some unconscious way, this is nothing to do with work.
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At Lancelot's answer, he straightens up to his full height again. He steps closer, insistent, and shakes his head. "Not from work. From when we were children. Do you want to remember? I can help you to." He reaches a hand up to touch Lancelot's temple, just the tips of his fingers brushing against the skin. Merlin's magic doesn't touch him yet, but it's there, charged in his fingertips, ready for him to command.