just the littlemerlinthings
*Merlin takes a burning stick from the fire and blows some flecks into the air*Merlin: Draca.*the glowing flecks take the shape of the Pendragon dragon*
Of all the things to make a shape of. ;3
Merlin’s eyebrows narrowed in confusion but he nodded. Then he looked as if he was about to be sick. As Merlin doubled...