I sent this along in alba's holiday card as she was the one who gave me the prompt one uninspired day in November. She encouraged me to post it, so here is a little Merlin-y goodness for the Solstice...
prompt: It all started with the tiny plastic pink dish that was left in the middle of the floor
Merlin was six. He was lying on the rug in front of the electric fire coloring. He had looked up, remembering the cookies that were in the dish next to the sofa. Before he could even fully complete his "I wish that dish was over here near me" thought, the dish slid across the floor coming to a stop only when it gently bumped against his fingers.
He didn't know what to think about what had just happened. It was cool, sure, but he was pretty sure things like that weren’t supposed to happen. He reached out and carefully poked the dish, but it stayed put this time.
Not knowing what to think, he'd mostly just ignored what was going on, ate his cookies and went back to his coloring book.
He did look up at his mother that night as she was tucking him in and ask, "Are you sure I'm not Harry Potter?"
"No scar," she said, tapping him on the forehead and laughing. "Now go to sleep. I knew it was a bad idea to let you watch that movie..."
She laughed again when she tucked the stuffed owl that was his constant companion these days under the covers with him.
"Sleep tight Merlin. It's okay to dream about Hogwarts if you want to."
As she left the room, pulling the door shut, Merlin rolled over on his tummy, tucked Owliver under his chin, and stared into the darkness lit only by the castle shaped nightlight glowing in its plug in the far wall.
He never told anybody the stories he made up about the people who lived in that tiny castle in the far dark lands. But he thought about them every night as he drifted off to sleep. Sometimes he even dreamed about a fair-haired prince who rode a white horse and fought strange monsters with Merlin's help. This entry was originally posted at http://valancy-joy.dreamwidth.org/140493.html