I just saw this posted in the merlinxarthur community (no, I can't link). It was... deliciously dark. Akin to the smell of absinthe beckoning you to come have a lick, when you know, somewhere down the road, you'd be seeing lunch floating in the porcelain throne. It claws at your deepest needs to see, Merlin --- dear, adorable, lovely, Arthur's
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