InsaneJournal

Who: Merlin and Nimue
What: A reunion... Of sorts.
Warnings: extremely doubtful


Nimue was shaken. Everything had been planned out for her, before. Maybe the plan--her fate--wasn't perfect, but there was comfort in the knowing, and in Merlyn's acceptance of it. There was comfort in Merlyn... But that had changed. This Merlin remembered her differently. As an evil villainess who wanted him dead. Nimue had certainly been called evil before, and wouldn't claim to be innocent, but the accusations hurt, coming from Merlyn. Her Merlyn had thought fondly of her, and seemed to see good in her that she had been unaware of. She cared for Merlyn a great deal.

Now that he was young and remembered her differently, she didn't know what to think. She didn't know what that meant for them. She did know, however, that she desperately wanted his company. She was in a strange place, confused and frightened, and she longed for her traveling companion. They needed to talk. She needed to show him she was different. Her Merlyn was very powerful, and she feared his wrath. Just because he looked like a boy didn't mean she could let down her guard. Still, she wanted to be in his presence.

Merlin was sitting in a cafe. Using a spell Merlyn had taught her, she transported herself to his side, and took a seat at the table across from him. The fact that the spell, attuned to her Merlyn, worked to bring her to this Merlin confirmed that they were the same.