archaeologist_dTitle: Trying to forget
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin tries to lose himself in drugs and alcohol
Warnings: drug use, alcohol use
Word Count: 150
Prompt: #49 Celebration
Author's Notes: none
Merlin mostly stayed away from liquor. Over the years, the centuries, he must have gone through barrels of wine, explored the numbing effects of mead and hard cider, the smoky abyss of whiskey and quick oblivion of vodka and it didn't help. Oh, for a moment, he'd forget the pain in his heart but it always came back. Always came back.
He found drugs to be more effective - cocaine and heroin, LSD and those little mushrooms - and when mixed with alcohol, it almost worked. Almost.
He'd lost himself in a wash of booze and pills the day Arthur returned. Didn't recognize him in the mind-numbing haze, in the crazed attempt to drown in forgetfulness.
But once he'd come down, once he'd vomited out all his loneliness, all his pain and saw that beloved face, he knew he'd never need alcohol or drugs again.
His Arthur was home.
At long last.
