Title: You Haven't Changed
Rating: R (though the full story is NC-17)
Pairing/s: None in this, Merlin/Arthur in full story
Character/s: Merlin (plus Arthur if you follow the link)
Summary: Merlin can't age
Warnings: Age disparity (but again, only if you follow the link)
Word Count: 238
Author's Notes: I had great plans for this. And then it turns out my great plans overran the word count. So this is the related drabble. Go here for the full 2512 word fic!
It is said that all creatures of magic enter the world as they are, as they always will be, and leave it in the same state.
Merlin had a destiny set out for him. A future awaiting him, one that would change the face of this world forever, bring it closer and yet further from the land of magic and spirits and the fae that he was sent from.
But first, the waiting. Time was a tricksy thing, and it was always better to enter far too early than too late, when nothing could be done. So he learnt the laws of the land of the living; up and down and north and south and east and west, that each action has an equal and opposite reaction, that eventually a body will tire, that it needs food and water and sleep. And how to pull magic through the thin weave of worlds, how to harness it both with and without words, to beat into submission something that once flowed within him like the imprisoning blood. The iron tang ties him down, keeps the magic at a low simmer.
But Merlin could learn to love this world, with its beauty and its sunlight and its air and food and sex. And it’s just as well, because he has years to spend here, and there must be some consolation for the loss of his home and his connection to everything.