Candle in the Wind
Author: archaeologist_d
Title: Candle in the Wind
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin
Summary: Merlin is still waiting for Arthur to come back.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 100
Camelot drabble Prompt 531: candle
Author’s notes: Title from Candle in the Wind by Elton John
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Candlelight flickered shadows across the room, images of smoke and mirrors, of past and future, of waiting, waiting. To guide the dead back to the living or so Merlin hoped.
It had become habit over the years, to light a candle on the day. Both memory and hope warring with despair.
As he watched, the flame wavered, darkening, then turning back into steady light. No wind whistled through the window, no door opened. Beyond the glass frosted with cold, fractals of ice glittering along its edges, a lake shimmered.
But no one came.
At dawn, Merlin blew the candle out.
Title: Candle in the Wind
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin
Summary: Merlin is still waiting for Arthur to come back.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 100
Camelot drabble Prompt 531: candle
Author’s notes: Title from Candle in the Wind by Elton John
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Candlelight flickered shadows across the room, images of smoke and mirrors, of past and future, of waiting, waiting. To guide the dead back to the living or so Merlin hoped.
It had become habit over the years, to light a candle on the day. Both memory and hope warring with despair.
As he watched, the flame wavered, darkening, then turning back into steady light. No wind whistled through the window, no door opened. Beyond the glass frosted with cold, fractals of ice glittering along its edges, a lake shimmered.
But no one came.
At dawn, Merlin blew the candle out.