Stef and I decided that we'd like to be a little less sad this December, so we figured Merlin has had it enough with all the quiet time that he's been given since his king has been gone.

It's Christmas Eve and Merlin is sitting by the fire, his magic is running wild as if trying to latch itself upon another being; so with a kindling hope, he stares into the embers and waits.

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