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Grief
He hasn't left his room lately. Not since he used the key big-him gave him to go into his room and saw exactly how big-him had died. The only exception was when the Mansion made him go to the harvest ball.
Currently, he's curled up on his bed, staring blankly at the wall with his thumb in his mouth as Caer hums gentle, soothing music to him. Merlin's making noise as well, and the sound blends into an odd, nice cacophony. Beside him on the bed are several books--happy books, and his favorite Dr. Seuss.
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Currently, he's curled up on his bed, staring blankly at the wall with his thumb in his mouth as Caer hums gentle, soothing music to him. Merlin's making noise as well, and the sound blends into an odd, nice cacophony. Beside him on the bed are several books--happy books, and his favorite Dr. Seuss.
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