Once Upon a Tryst
She is a creature carved of shadows, shadows that swirl out to mingle with my own.
Wait, I have shadows?
I look down at myself. My fingers are long, thin, and practiced. My arms are long, tan, and graceful, covered with serpent tattoos. My power flairs around me, cold like sapphires, warm like a summer night. I feel my shadows reaching out, grasping the energy around both Arthur and Merlin.
I look up again, and our eyes meet. And I see.
The same threads of fate tying me to Arthur tie me to Merlin as well.
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