Colour the empty space
Kiss in a crowded place
Stand in the summer rain
Tangled in awkward shapes
A new, but familiar taste
You're feeling it all again
It's not wrong
To want the world for someone
It's not a feeling you can run from
'Cause we love who we love
So let go
You don't know better than your heart knows
Whether they're here or long gone
We love who we love
Yeah, we love who we love
now maybe I’m just hopping onto the delulu train but after bbc Merlin changed it’s Twitter bio I saw Bradley’s pinned insta post again and now I cannot unsee it — that silhouette looks super bulky like Arthur’s armour and there seems to be a cloaky thing as well. this, coupled with that Johnny Capps article from 3 weeks ago makes me think that maybe something is actually up.
Here’s something I’ve never thought about before. Lol jokes I have actually but only a few million times
So, we all desperately want to know what happened after Merlin ended, right? Like, there’s the big questions such as how did he gain immortality? Was he born immortal or was it something he gained over time? Did he ever see Kilgharrah or Aithusa again? How did he spend those hundreds of years between the time Arthur died to that frankly terrible very last shot we see him in modern times? I mean, I could go on. And on…
And on.
BUT…
What’s also intriguing to me is the small stuff… what happened directly after Arthur’s death (which totally didn’t have to happen but let’s not go there right now). What was the reaction when Merlin arrived back in Camelot? Was Gwen angry with Merlin because he got to say goodbye to Arthur and she didn’t? (I know it’s not much like her character but this concept is very intriguing to me and grief does strange things to people). Did he even go straight back to Camelot or did he languish by the lake for a bit? Did he actually go back to Camelot at all or did he know it’d be too hard so he stayed away? What became of Gaius? And the remaining knights?
MERTHUR - I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. — Pablo Neruda