The five times Arthur almost kissed Merlin and...The five times Arthur almost kissed Merlin and the one time he did.
The first time Merlin had felt that something had been there between them – a moment so full of emotion it had been hard to breath – was after Arthur had saved him from dying by getting the antidote for him, defying his own father – the king – for him, a mere servant. The bliss of being alive and seeing Arthur again checking up on him had been so overwhelming Merlin hadn't quiet known how to deal with it. They had looked at each other, blue eyes meeting blue ones and it had been there. This spark Merlin had often felt was between them.
He had been sure that Arthur had been about to close in and kiss him, but he didn't. The prince took a step back and the moment was gone.
The second time had been before they were off to fight the dragon that had been attacking Camelot. Arthur had had that look on his face, they had been standing so close and Merlin would never forget the weight and warmth of the
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At first he came everyday to the lake, but after a month had passed he realised he wouldn't return that soon. Then he came once a month, soon years were gone and he came less and less frequently until he visited only every two years.
Everyone he had once known had long died and he found himself left alone in this world, a feeling settling in the pit of his stomach telling him he would never see him again.
And yet here he was, at the lake, decades later, hoping and it still hurt, the memories of that fateful day would haunt him forever.
Centuries passed and the world changed, people changed nit he had remained the same – as promised.
Yes, he had grown old, more than once even, he had seen and experienced things. He had hidden away from wars he didn't find worth fighting, feeling disconnected from this place and time.
There was and always would be only one man he would follow, fight his battles.
After hundreds and hundreds of years, Merlin had almost given up hope, Arthur'
Merlin returns after Arthur's deathI had never seen a person looking that lost in my entire life. Though, I must say I had lived for a long time already. Wars have always torn apart friends, lovers, brothers and sisters, killed loved ones and put the ones on the loosing end through horrible pain. And yet, never in my long life had I seen a man that broken. His shoulders were slumped forward and his smile was gone. He seemed to have aged, all the cheek had gone from his once youthful face and all that was left was bitterness and grief.
I didn't say anything. All I did was take him into my arms. It had been one long month since I had last seen him. Back then – he – had still been alive. There had been hope in his eyes.
Merlin was shaking and I could feel his body trembling in my embrace. I wondered how he had survived all that time on his own out there. It must have been weeks since the king had passed away under his friend's tearfilled eyes.
But it seemed it hadn't been only Arthur who had died, but al
Post Merlin - drabbleThe fog lay heavy around Avalon and as he was watching the boat drift away, further and further from the shore he was standing at, Merlin saw it becoming smaller and smaller until there was nothing left but thick grey mist in the distance and the sorcerer knew he wouldn't see him again – ever. It hurt too much to bear and he could feel his own body shaking, his lips trembled under the pressure of pressing them into a thin line, trying to hold his cries back. It wouldn't change anything, he knew, and he had long cried out all the tears he had had in his body. He was left empty, dried out.
And this is when a thought struck him. One thing he had forgotten to ever tell Arthur and the regret of this alone made him fall down to his knees, slumping down until his forehead hit the damp grass under his hands. He curled his fingers into the muddy ground, sobbing tearless.
“Arthur”, he shouted, screamed one last time, putting all his pain and feelings into his voice.
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