InsaneJournal

Who: Merlin & Freya
What: Merlin's hurting.
When: Some point after Merlin returned home with Gwen and Arthur
Where: 110C
Rating: IDK.
Status: Incomplete



Merlin had told her that the door was unlocked and she understood it as the invitation it was, but still she hesitated before entering his home. After all, Merlin wasn't the only one to live there and she wasn't sure if Regulus would be in or not, and she didn't want to upset him. But this hesitation wasn't doing anyone any good. Freya took a deep breath before pushing open the door a smidgen and peering into the apartment.

"Merlin?" She stepped through the crack and shut the door with a quiet snick. "Merlin?" she called again, wondering if perhaps he wasn't in any longer. But then, his door wouldn't be unlocked. Not now anyway. She crept further into the main room and glanced at the jarred bedroom door as if afraid to approach any further.

She could have stood there for an hour in her own indecision, except she knew Merlin was not fine. Or simply tired. He was hurt. Maybe not physically but emotionally counted just as much. Freya understood that better than some and it was that understanding the drove her toward his bedroom where she barely hesitated this time before pushing open the door.