yes exactly! with commentfic, you just GO with it and follow your heart (and lizard-hindbrain shipping impulses). ah, it is my favorite game.
OOH, that sounds interesting! 'cos merlin has seen things change over a thousand years and the pevensies, in their own way, have too. it's not that they're necessarily living in the wrong era, but that they are painfully aware of transience -- nothing stays. even their own bodies aren't the right shape. "it is a strange way to achieve eternal youth," susan would tell merlin, "and such a strange and heavy price."
edmund tells him, "the only thing that's been constant across the worlds is my family, and even then it's not the same." and merlin finds himself envying edmund this, because merlin doesn't even have that. he sees lucy's unwavering faith and misses gwen, susan's beauty and quiet anger and is reminded of morgana, and peter is so much like arthur during the last brittle days before camelot fell that merlin aches with his absence. but merlin has been reminded of his friends by all and sundry for a thousand years now, and this is no different; his body may stay the same, and epochs may erase themselves, but his memory grows and grows, swirling with memories of memories and thoughts of thoughts.
IN OTHER WORDS I ENCOURAGE YOU. do it! do iiiiiiiiit. *cheerleads*
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OOH, that sounds interesting! 'cos merlin has seen things change over a thousand years and the pevensies, in their own way, have too. it's not that they're necessarily living in the wrong era, but that they are painfully aware of transience -- nothing stays. even their own bodies aren't the right shape. "it is a strange way to achieve eternal youth," susan would tell merlin, "and such a strange and heavy price."
edmund tells him, "the only thing that's been constant across the worlds is my family, and even then it's not the same." and merlin finds himself envying edmund this, because merlin doesn't even have that. he sees lucy's unwavering faith and misses gwen, susan's beauty and quiet anger and is reminded of morgana, and peter is so much like arthur during the last brittle days before camelot fell that merlin aches with his absence. but merlin has been reminded of his friends by all and sundry for a thousand years now, and this is no different; his body may stay the same, and epochs may erase themselves, but his memory grows and grows, swirling with memories of memories and thoughts of thoughts.
IN OTHER WORDS I ENCOURAGE YOU. do it! do iiiiiiiiit. *cheerleads*