Merlin

Merlin didn't remember last year with the children. Well, he did, but he was trying very hard to repress it, so...

He didn't remember.

So, he clinging to Arthur not unlike some sort of aquatic creature. Because it was comfortable for him at least.

[For the guy and any spawn who show up]]

Waking up in Arthur's bed was slowly becoming a bit more... normalish. Though, there was usually someone else in it with him. And he could feel his hands.

Merlin yawned, trying to move his hands to cover his mouth and finding them bound firmly to the headboard. There was a moment of confusion before the weekend came back to him. Yes, the whole weekend.

"Oh. My. GOD."

[[for that guy there!]]