![]() He leaned towards Arthur, closing his eyes and trying to fulfill what felt like his most base need, when another pair of arms wrapped around him, before pulling away quickly. Kiss, Kiss, Kiss, it whispered in his head. It was momentary, though, because as soon as Arthur pulled away, Merlin could feel himself being forced back into his mind by the Fomorroh. Merlin could only smile like he couldn’t believe his luck as Arthur approached him, and when Arthur threw his arms around Merlin’s shoulders, pressing him close to him despite the muck, Merlin – the real Merlin – felt like he gained some control, when he felt Arthur around him, his head burrowed into the crook of his shoulder. “Merlin!” Arthur exclaimed as soon as he came into view, sticking his sword into the mud and stomping towards him, a relieved sort of laughter coming from him. He was still walking, when he heard a familiar voice, a voice that immediately relieved some of the throbbing in his head.ĭesperately, Merlin battled the undergrowth, pulling himself through it and onto a path only to come face to face with the exact person he wanted to see. He had no path, only the voices in his head to push him in a direction for hours and hours, and he was powerless to the influence. Only that he was going somewhere relentlessly. Merlin didn’t know how long he walked for, nor where he was. It made him start trekking through the bog, looking for something. It was like a throbbing headache he couldn’t rid himself of, nor resist. Kiss, Kiss, Kiss, Arthur, Arthur, Arthur. He clambered up from the ground, pressing a muddy sleeve to his head, pressing hard in an attempt to resolve himself of Morgana’s muttering in his head. Merlin felt as though he was forced to watch someone else control his body, his thoughts. It was desperate, clawing, overpowering him in his own head. If there was pain in the back of his neck, he didn’t notice it beneath the echo of Morgana’s voice through his head, repeating the same order over and over again. Merlin woke up at the base of a tree, covered in mud and sticks and leaves. The pain was enough to cause his vision to darken, and the hovel to fade from sight as he slipped from consciousness, but her words resonated through Merlin’s head. Merlin screamed and thrashed, but could do nothing to stop Morgana implanting the Fomorroh in his body. He had but a moment for the confusion to set in at what he thought he heard, before an excruciating pain on the back of his neck distracted him. But Merlin had never been good at listening to instructions, and could have sworn he heard something else… the word sounding much closer to ‘kiss’. ![]() To Merlin’s mind, it made the most sense that the word he missed was ‘kill’ and that she was ordering him to murder his King. " Morgana muttered it in such a way that the words were almost indiscernible. "You must” she mumbled a word, “Arthur Pendragon. Her voice got lower, and she leant in to whisper in his ear. You will not be able to rest until it's done. One thought that will be your life's work. “One thought that will grow until it's consumed you completely. And in its place there will be just one thought.” Merlin’s upper lip curled as he watched the head squirm, Morgana moved behind him while she spoke menacingly. Everything that makes you Merlin will be gone. “The Fomorroh will suck the life force out of you. Morgana petted the Fomorroh’s severed head in her hand.
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