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Merlin/Narnia: memories of memories and thoughts of thoughts
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memories of memories and thoughts of thoughts
Merlin/Narnia. Merlin & the Pevensies. G. 200 words.
Merlin has seen things change over a thousand years.
Merlin has seen things change over a thousand years and the Pevensies, in their own way, have too. It's not that they're living in the wrong era necessarily, but that they have internalized transience. Even their own bodies aren't the right shape. "It is a strange way to achieve eternal youth," Susan would say, "and at such a strange 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 them this, because Merlin doesn't even have that. He sees Lucy's unwavering faith and misses Gwen, and Susan's beauty and quiet anger reminds him of Morgana. Peter is so much like Arthur during the last brittle days of Camelot that Merlin aches with the absence of him, the proximity of an imperfect copy making it worse.
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, epochs may erase themselves, but Merlin's memory grows and grows until he is unsure which are true memories, and which which are only memories of memories, thoughts of thoughts.
memories of memories and thoughts of thoughts
Merlin/Narnia. Merlin & the Pevensies. G. 200 words.
Merlin has seen things change over a thousand years.
Merlin has seen things change over a thousand years and the Pevensies, in their own way, have too. It's not that they're living in the wrong era necessarily, but that they have internalized transience. Even their own bodies aren't the right shape. "It is a strange way to achieve eternal youth," Susan would say, "and at such a strange 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 them this, because Merlin doesn't even have that. He sees Lucy's unwavering faith and misses Gwen, and Susan's beauty and quiet anger reminds him of Morgana. Peter is so much like Arthur during the last brittle days of Camelot that Merlin aches with the absence of him, the proximity of an imperfect copy making it worse.
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, epochs may erase themselves, but Merlin's memory grows and grows until he is unsure which are true memories, and which which are only memories of memories, thoughts of thoughts.
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