Merlin (merle_lynn) wrote in wizard_rp, @ 2015-07-11 12:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | helena ravenclaw, merlin |
Who: Helena Ravenclawn and Teenage!Merline
What: The horrible child that is Merlin runs into Helena, who should be dead.
When: July 11, Morning
Where: Merlin's Hut
Rating: Low
Status: Incomplete
The young, great wizard was not having a good day. Heck, he wasn't having a good week. Or year, for that matter. He'd just had a birthday not two weeks ago, he was sixteen now and a man, but he didn't feel like one. After having lost first Helena, eight months ago.. and his parents just two months ago, Merlin was a complete emotional wreck. But emotions were never something he'd gotten control of, never something he'd learned to handle, or could even really understand at this point in his life.
To intelligent to have any social skills. Too powerful to have any fear. Too ambitious to have compassion. And too arrogant to care that he didn't have any of those things. It was a dangerous and terrible combination. Rowena had wanted him for his mind. Godric had wanted him for his bravery. Helga had wanted him to teach him compassion. Salazar had wanted him for his ability to manipulate people.
It had been Salazar who had won the boy by coming to his home and speaking with his parents. His poor, terrified, worried parents, who had clutched their youngest child close and agreed to allow Salazar to take their oldest to Hogwarts.
The boy had left without so much as batting an eye at the family he was leaving behind. Did he love them? Of course. But in the same way a man loved his dog. He would be devastated by the loss of them, but he would find something to replace them when they were gone. Or, so he'd thought.
Now, with their loss still so recent, Merlin was a mess of emotions he couldn't explain, couldn't comprehend. He'd lost Helena when he was only fourteen.. but her cold and bloody body had been brought back to the castle, limp in the arms of Salazar less than a year ago and he could still remember the sight. His family had been burned to death inside their home over the winter. And where there should have been the excited feeling for the upcoming Christmas holiday in his chest, like the other children, he felt nothing.
Then he had ended up here, with these strange people, telling him he was out of time, and that compounded his teenage angst. If only Salazar were here, he'd know what to do. Instead, the too-powerful boy was left all alone. It was a dangerous situation.. not for him, but for those around him.
After his confrontation with Crowley, he had taken to wandering outside the castle walls. He'd been out there a few hours, in the slowly drizzling rain, when he'd seen the little hut with the white horse standing under his large lean-to, munching on some hay that a young woman was feeding him. When she straightened up, Merlin felt his blood run cold.
Helena.
But then she was disappearing back inside.
It took only a few seconds to make up his mind and Merlin was sprinting through the muddy grass and for the hut, coming to a stop on the stoop, damp and caked in mud up to his knees, he would knock eagerly at the door.