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Post by em on Jul 8, 2011 7:49:39 GMT -5
If Merlin didn’t know Gwen any better, he would think right now that she was blocking his exit – which she was as her arms were splayed out so as if he did try to make a dash for the door (which was impossible and he couldn’t even run in his current condition) then she’d be able to stop him.
“Im not gonna do anything like run for the door” he eyed her, “you can come away from it y’know”.
Now she was blocking the door with a chair! If only she knew just how easy it would be to magic it awa….wait! he could! When she wasn’t looking he could move it! Oh thank goodness!
He watched as Gwen turned back to the table and began clearing away again. Merlin looked back to the chair. Now…what was that spell? Ah yes…
"lætness" He muttered, making sure that she hadn't heard him. The chair slid out from where it was propped up against the door. Merlin quickly looked to Gwen to distract her. “You’re enjoy this aren’t you?” he said a little irritated – hopefully she wouldn’t notice the chair dancing along and into the corner behind her. “The fact that im stuck here with nothing to do – im bored”.
Gwen seemed to have her mind elsewhere though – answering Merlin’s earlier question about Arthur. His brows rose slightly. “Sure…” he smirked, "He was brave, and--" Dashing "--and strong, but I didn't like being around him. He was--is--a bully. But when you fell you after drinking that . . . . "
At least she wasn’t noticing the chair sliding around. She’d most likely faint with fright. “You think he’s dashing” Merlin grinned – he was going to tease her for the rest of her life about this. “But you said…” he begun but Gwen was already ignoring that.
"Gaius found out it was from a flower and that to get to it someone would have to face all these creatures and danger . . . He didn't pause, or second guess. He just told Gaius it sounded like fun and walked out to go face danger and pearl to save you."
Well…that was a turn up for the books. He choked when Gwen said she thought that Arthur, Arthur of all people liked him. “What! No!” he gave her a crazy look, “he HATES me – everything about me. He uses me as an attack dummy in training; he set his dogs on me! He made me dress up like some idiot wearing a dead bird on his head for the feast!” he ranted. Now that outfit had been absolutely disastrous. He was the only one wearing it and found that most of the attention was turned to him because of what was on his head!
Arthur had found it highly amusing, turning during the signing and giving him a smirk of approval. Merlin had simply shook his head in annoyance at him.
“Because that’s what everyone does when they like someone” he rolled his eyes at Gwen and then eyed the door. Time to make a break for it.
“See ya!” he quickly dashed for the door, yanked it open and made for the stairs.
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Post by em on Jul 4, 2011 15:29:30 GMT -5
"Yes, fit lads often get dizzy and need to cling to the table for support." He heard Gwen say after he’d managed to straighten himself up and stopped seeing two of her.
“Touche” he raised his brows. Of course Gwen wasn’t going to let him out of the door as she was now blocking his hasty exit to get out and see Arthur. "No, Merlin you are ill and no one is allowed down there to see him! He's under lock and key with knights at the door. Not guards, KNIGHTS!"
Merlin snorted, “Gwen…ive had a group of them bundle me to the ground so many times in training, I think by now I know how to handle a couple of them”. This was true. He was the current attack dummy until more were made. “Now let me through – im sure I’ll be able to get down there some way and see Arthur,” he told her, but Gwen wasn’t having any of it. "You will do the Prince's sacrifice no justice by getting your self in another cell, getting sick because your week and making this whole thing for nothing!"
This was true. Gauis would go nuts if he found that Merlin was currently sharing the dungeons with the prince. “Im not weak” he finally said, “and this isn’t just nothing Gwen – Arthur is down there because of me! What else can I do! I need to find some way of putting this all right!”
For a start he’d like to find a time reversal spell and ‘accidentally’ knock the contents of Arthur’s poisoned chalice out of his hands. That wasn’t going to help and he was pretty sure that there was no such spell as that. An age reversal one yes. He’d kept that one in mind as Arthur was always whining like a baby, so perhaps one day if he ever got annoyed with him he could turn the prince into one.
It was no use fighting against Gwen though. In the end he sighed and stomped back to the chair and flopped down. “There, im not going – happy?” he asked.
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Post by em on Jul 4, 2011 14:59:48 GMT -5
"Only in a dream,"
Merlin knew very little of love – he knew that it hurt when you were torn from someone for the most unreasonable circumstances, but he didn’t know what it was like to be apart from one who he held such adoration for. He still didn’t know whether it had been love between him and Freya. Yes, there had been something there. He found he’d been happy – walking around humming whilst eating soup and driving Gauis insane, and then there had been the painful goodbye at the lake. Just thinking of her now made a lump in the throat form – but he managed to keep himself composed.
“it doesn’t have to be a dream” Merlin leant forward with hope, “it can be real, whether you think that everything is lost or not”. He was sure that Gwen would marry Arthur. Maybe not now – but one day.
"I can not keep asking her to place her life on hold for me. She could be happier." Merlin snorted at this. “Oh as if she could do any better than you!” it was highly impossible that Gwen would find someone else after the type of relationship and bond that she and Arthur shared. “You don’t have to ask her – let her decide!” Merlin urged, “at least then you both know where you stand”. Hopefully not next to Elena in a wedding dress!
On the subject of offering to knock out the king. Merlin could only keep a straight face and nod at this friend. “Yes?” he replied as though hitting Uther around the head was no big deal. And that your preposterous offer could lead you in a place far worse than the stocks." Merlin shrugged at this – “well if it helps…”
"And there is no way in hell I am saying that I'm running away with a man. I do have some dignity,"
“Oh well” Merlin stood up “I tried!” Time to play the card that showed he wasn’t interested anymore, “but of course I come up with all these brilliant suggestions and what do I get? It all thrown back in my face” he sighed mockingly, “oh well at least I can say I tried to help you get out of marrying Elena so as you could run away with the love of your life – and perhaps even marry her, but of course now I’ll have to go and ask Gwen to make some table decorations…red or white roses?” he asked innocently.
"I don't have the liberty to drastically alter my destiny."
Merlin half laughed, “Yes you do!” He really did and didn’t even realise it because he was so blonde! “Arthur…” Merlin sat back down, “you are in control of your whole life – Prince or not – you can go anywhere you like, make decisions for your own moral grounds and what you think is not only best for you, but for everyone else too – you can choose what you do with it.” He said sincerely, “Now do you take a stand and tell your father that you can’t marry Elena? Or do you walk into a new life with a woman you’ll look at everyday and think ‘ive made a mistake’”.
Merlin bit his lip. “Sometimes the decisions we make may seem wrong in the eyes of others – but in our own? We know what is right for us, who is right for us – and that is what makes our destiny.” Merlin shrugged, “it’s who you become”.
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Post by em on Jul 4, 2011 14:34:02 GMT -5
Merlin had been run off of his feet non-stop since the groupâs arrival in Ealdor. Arthur seemed determined that they would fight till the end â which Merlin was flattered by, but the prince had said it so himself, these men were not soldiers. None of them could handle their weapons well. But what did that matter anyway? It wasnât all about the physical side, but also of the heart. The amount of men that Arthur had trained showed just how far everyone was determined to go to protect their village. The women especially, as last night theyâd stood up and said that they wanted to be involved to.
The only person who seemed to have very little faith was Will. Merlin was now beginning to think that his best friend had little faith in him as well. For a start he disliked Arthur (which wasnât hard upon the first meeting). It was as though he didnât want to be any part of it. This had made Merlin feel a little let down. Will was his best friend and had been since they could talk. Now he seemed to be turning his back on the whole idea.
Merlin wondered whether it was out of jealousy or resentment. He had just left with hardly any goodbye and was now serving a prince after all.
Arthurâs speech the previous evening had made Merlin realise that he wasnât exactly the prat that he was when theyâd first met. Heâd spoken like a solider, a man of determination. Like a King.
He wasnât about to tell Arthur that though, his ego was already big enough. But Merlin couldnât help but feel that one day it could happen. That Arthur would reign and show strength and guidance to all â just like he had done with the people of Ealdor.
Now it was the day before Kanan and his men were due to strike, and it seemed as though everyone had their guard up. Merlin especially. Should he have to use his magic at any point then he would. At least it would be for the good. He could sort of use a sword now. Better than before heâd met Arthur â heâd never even held one, so at least he had some form of weaponry to use.
He was talking with Guinevère and Will (not that he was making any conversation, just being moody as usual). At least Gwen was there to fight for what she believed in â then again Gwen was so pure of heart that he wasnât surprised when sheâd come along.
"Merlin, Guinevère. Come with me please," Arthurâs voice broke the conversation. Merlin looked to Guinevère who touched his arm, before following her and the Prince.
Merlin couldnât decide whether this conversation was for the good or the bad. Obviously Arthur had something up his sleeve â he hoped.
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Post by em on Jul 4, 2011 13:21:58 GMT -5
Merlin didn’t wait to see Arthur’s expression. Technically he hadn’t called him fat, but it had been implied. He wondered whether this would be enough to let Arthur not require his non-existent services anymore.
He felt a small prod in his lower back. Arthur’s words of "Don't move." Seemed serious enough. Merlin knew he was about to go to town on him for bringing up an issue that was most likely a sensitive one. He bit his lip to stop laughing at the thought of a very round Arthur rolling down the hallways, yelling at Merlin to bring him some chicken. “Take one step and I will run you through,"
No he wouldn’t – although it would save them both the trouble of having to put up with one another. Someone was clearly having a bad day if this was all because Merlin had poked him. It wasn’t even hard! “Let me guess…you’re gonna throw me in the stocks again because I poked you” he sighed and almost gave an eye roll, but managed to resist that.
It was the stocks or being made to do something awful – which Merlin wouldn’t put past Arthur in the slightest. He imagined the letter that he’d send home to his mother.
Dear Mother
Today I called the Prince of Camelot fat and as a result I was rewarded with even more fruit and a dinner for the dogs – me being the dinner.
Hope to see you soon if im still alive! I now have to go back to rolling in horse dung for his enjoyment.
Merlin
Perhaps then his mother would think it a bad idea to send him away. Then again Camelot was growing more interesting by the day. For a start it didn’t have too many cows and other than already gaining an adoring fan base from the flogging he’d received, he found that part of him liked it there.
“Im in trouble aren’t I?”
he really shouldn’t have bothered to ask this, because not only did he have a sword to his back, but on the end of it was a furious looking Arthur.
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Post by em on Jun 30, 2011 14:11:49 GMT -5
He hadn’t even been working for the prince for half an hour and already he couldn’t stand him! What on earth had possessed the King to give him of all people this job?! Wait…of course – he’d stupidly saved Arthur from being knifed by Lady Helen! Why the hell did he listen to the dragon go on about destiny and all that rubbish?! He made a mental note to himself, never to go down and speak with that dragon again. Even in his mind that sentence had sounded weird.
He hadn’t been listening to a word that Arthur had been saying and was completely oblivious to any isults that may have been hurled his way. He’d have to get used to them, as it seemed that Arthur was the type of person to just tell him what he really thought.
“Well we'll just see how lazy I am on the training field."
Merlin shrugged. “Well – I can always bring a pillow down if you suddenly feel ‘tired’”
"See now that's your first mistake Merlin. You should never think. It is never good when idiots think."
“Neither is it when Prats talk” Merlin muttered
Ouch. That would hit Arthur right where it hurt – pride and ego all in one. Round 2 please?
"I don't expect you to understand the refinement of a proper meal."
“I suppose you can't help stuffing your face" Merlin replied innocently, “I guess I should keep an eye on your portions then” he carried on, “don’t want you getting chubby now do we?” he poked Arthur’s side and allowed himself to walk on ahead.
He really didn’t care if he was going to be fired, or end up in the stocks again – anything to get out of this job!
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Post by em on Jun 30, 2011 13:50:33 GMT -5
“It looked like they threw everything they had,”
“They did” Merlin replied.
His adoring public had stood there for hours on end just lobbing ANYTHING that they had at him – even the baskets! Surely that was assault?
“The strawberries were my favourite – even if they were a little mouldy, but I can’t say I enjoyed the rotting tomatoes, apples and other fruit that were being aimed at my face”
The conversation then turned to Prince Prat again. Merlin was adamant that if he ever ran into him again, he’d demand a rematch. Rough, tough, save the world type of prat or not.
“And did you two met in a good way or a bad way?”
“I think you can guess what way, judging by the way I look” he gestured to his dirty shirt, “and what did he do? Nothing – just let daddies men drag me away to spend the night in the dungeon and then all of today being target practice”.
Merlin was surprised to hear that Arthur’s room was actually normal. No torture instruments (the most torturous probably being a mirror or a hairbrush – Merlin hoped that whenever Arthur looked in it, which was most likely every moment he got, that the glass cracked!), no voodoo dolls?! Then again there wouldn’t be as magic was banned.
“No chains or rats – im impressed” Merlin smirked
It was sad to know that she’d lost her parents at a young age. Ali seemed to have taken it all in her stride. “And it’s still hard now” he finished off her sentence as she trailed off, obviously feeling upset. “Im sorry – I didn’t mean to upset you” he quickly fumbled for a handkerchief or something and when he couldn’t find one, he took off his scarf. “Here – sorry it’s a bit covered but if you cry or anything, then at least you can dry your eyes” he smiled and handed it to her.
“A lot? – Well just the small odd jobs” he shrugged, “such as running tonics to ill people, sweeping the floor and washing it, washing the clothes, tidying the books, cleaning a leech tank, collecting supplies, cooking (occasionally) – so not much” a small grin became prominent on his lips.
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Post by em on Jun 24, 2011 13:48:54 GMT -5
No matter how hard Arthur was trying to lighten the mood between them – Merlin really didn’t want to know. He wondered whether he could mutter some spell to make Arthur’s mouth just stay shut completely – but then again the ‘distraction’ of conversation was slightly taking Merlin’s mind off of the current situation that they were in.
“Idiot or not – I was still right” he huffed
There was silence for a while. To Arthur it would normally be a beautiful thing but he seemed to be annoyed that Merlin wasn’t making the effort to talk. Why should he even bother talking about the trivial things when people were back in Camelot dying, oh and the fact that his father was somewhere that they were headed for was another thing.
Merlin wanted to tell Arthur so much – about his father (of course that would be completely out of the question), about their destiny. Everything. Yet it would all end in tears on both sides. Merlin wasn’t prepared to give up all that he’d strived to work towards with just one comment of ‘oh yeah by the way - I have magic and im friends with a dragon’. "Oh please Merlin. The only situation you can get me out of is having no clean clothes in the morning." He just about heard Arthur say.
“And what do I get in return?” Merlin mumbled, “oh yes – your company”. He didn’t care whether Arthur had heard that or not, choosing to make his voice more audible with the next comment. “Have you finished bantering away yet?”. Making Arthur shut up wasn’t easy.
"I just expect nothing less than the best. And, I got stuck with you. Which then of course forced me to lower my standards."
“I didn’t think you had any” Merlin replied and conveniently made his horse quicken its pace a little.
Now Arthur was trying to give the most ridiculous reasons of why his wound would be fine. “Your funeral” Merlin just shrugged. If Arthur fainted and fell from his horse then that was his own fault. But Merlin knew he wouldn’t just leave him there. He’d work a bit of magic on him to help out, but then it would be done to normal methods of healing that he’d learnt by watching Gauis.
Every step the horses made, Merlin could sense it being a step closer to his father.
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Post by em on Jun 24, 2011 13:32:07 GMT -5
Merlin could tell that Arthur really didn’t want to listen to anything that was coming from his mouth at the moment, but he looked a little overwhelmed when he’d given his speech about standing by his side and whatnot. Of course, he was trying hard not to show it, which was just as bad – it was good to sometimes just let it all out – but the Prince wasn’t like that in the slightest.
Food. Ah yes, the subject of food seemed to be the only topic of discussion at the moment. Merlin didn’t dare discuss Morgana until Arthur was finally ready to do so himself. He was a bundle of emotions himself at the moment, but he’d seen it – all of this, and yet he hadn’t stopped it.
Should he have let Morgana die when he had the chance to before? Most probably, but of course he was far too nice to let that happen, and now look what had happened as gratitude. Merlin sometimes wished he shouldn’t let guilt take over his actions too much – then again if this was destiny the dragon had spoken of then was it the right way to be going? They were practically on the verge of death every second, and now Morgana’s minions were hunting them down, Merlin could hardly call it ‘destiny’, but he couldn’t call it unfortunate either.
“I said I’d get some” He told Arthur, trying his best not to seem like he was mollycoddling the prince. Arthur didn’t do hugs or man-to-man talks as it was. “Just stay here and I’ll head out – if I see them I’ll hide and come straight back” he said, referring to ‘them’ as the immortal army.
Arthur was already standing, looking as though he was in pain. “Arthur” he rolled his eyes, “sit down”.
He wasn’t in a position to tell the prince what to do, but when Merlin knew it was for the best, then he’d tell him to do what he liked.
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Post by em on Jun 21, 2011 13:30:54 GMT -5
"I was simply quoting that half the maids, and every lady of the court says about him as he prances by them."
“Hmmmm” Merlin narrowed his eyes playfully at her, “Clearly all of those women are blind then”
Merlin couldn’t help but joke about it. Arthur? A stud? Yes it seemed as though he was in the eyes of every woman who he came across (ok well not every woman – Gwen apparently didn’t count in that, but Merlin knew she secretly did).
“But then again he is a Prince, it seems as though EVERYONE has to love him – even me” he pulled a disgusted face, “and that’s only because he brought me a flower” he chuckled, and then added “that saved my life” to the end.
"Merlin! No! You are going to sit there and do nothing for at least another hour!"
“Gweeeeeeen” he protested moodily, “I can walk, I can talk – I can do this jig” he got up and did some crazy dance around Gauis’ workbench before feeling dizzy. “Woooah” he grabbed the bench and stopped himself from tripping over. “See” he looked at her, “fit as a…well…fit as anything fit?”
She was sooooooooooo not buying this!
"You wont even be able to get close to the prince! His father has him locked up in the cells below the castle for disobeying him. It's guarded and no one gets in or out."
“What!” this made him practically jump about 3 feet in the air, “why! How long is he down there for?”
"The king he must stay there a week."
Merlin headed towards the door, “I need to see him now – I need to get him out”
Yes – he was going to be a man on a mission!
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Post by em on Jun 21, 2011 13:16:59 GMT -5
Merlin loved it when Gwen rambled. It was always as though she’d thought she’d offended someone or the fact that it might have sounded more inappropriate than it had been in her mind.
Merlin frowned; he still couldn’t exactly make out what she was saying. “I err…well im just gonna nod now” he told her and put on a ridiculous face and nodded.
"Please stay for supper!" she finally stopped and now decided to be blunt.
Merlin put on his little act again and rolled his eyes, “Oh alright then!” he pretended to give in easily and started to walk with her back to the house, “So…what’s for dinner?” he decided to lightly change the subject, but it seemed the shock of having Arthur as a roommate hadn’t yet sunk in properly.
“Perhaps I was too quick to say no. I had not known you'd already told the prince. I can not afford to tell him no after what all he has done for me."
Merlin closed the door as they went back inside. “Oh – yeah well…you might need earplugs – Arthur isn’t the quietest of sleepers” he told her and gave her a dorky thumbs up.
He sat back down and looked at the tabletop. “Im sorry to ask you Gwen, I know it’s completely out of character, but you know Arthur – once he’s set on something, he wont give in. I’ve had to find a complete nobody to play this fake knight” he rolled his eyes
Well actually he’d met one potential in one of the outline villages – and once a bit of bribery and a lot of ale had fallen into his hands, the farmer had agreed.
“Might need your help on that one actually – armour wise and whatnot” he shifted uncomfortably. He was asking waaaay too much of Gwen, but if this was going to be pulled off successfully then Merlin had no choice.
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Post by em on Jun 21, 2011 13:02:38 GMT -5
Merlin knew that Arthur knew that he couldnât make Gwen wait for him. but what he did believe was that if she really loved him, then she would. Surely Arthur wasnât actually going to go through with this?!
The thought of making Arthur âmysteriouslyâ disappear from the whole situation had crossed his mind, but then that would mean having to reveal himself â something which he wouldnât ever be prepared to do.
âThereâs always hopeâ he reminded the prince, âIt may not seem like it now, but who knows?â
âI have no promises of the future with her, or how long it will take me to be king.â
âDonât be a prat â you and I both know that you can see a future together just laid out before you.â Merlin scoffed, Arthur had once implied that he wanted to marry Guinevère and now it seemed as though he was set on it, had he not have to marry Elena.
Now he was saying he couldnât lose her. This was a good sign. Arthur never gave up on anything once heâd set his mind to it. âThen keep her â hold onto her for as long as possible â there must be some way around this, there just has to be!â Merlin ran his hands through his hair and groaned. Awkward situation or what?
Perhaps he could interrupt the wedding? Why couldnât they just go with his plan of saying that he was already secretly married? Man or not.
âLetâs say for one ridiculous moment, I would actually be stupid enough to consider that . . . do you really think my father would just let me leave Camelot? Just like that . . . just because I told him I loved another?â
âYeah, butâ¦ok no but I could accidentally knock him out with something hard â then when he comes to, heâll be so concussed that he wont even know he has a son, let alone one who has run awayâ¦with a manâ he added to the end and smirked.
Arthurâs nect question surprised Merlin. Destiny. Yes â he knew waaaaaaay too much about that and what it entitled. The fact that destiny was always on his doorstep was hard enough without having to talk to Arthur about it (especially as Arthur knew nothing of what Merlin was doing).
Merlin looked over to Arthur and shrugged as if it wasnât exactly a big deal.
âYour destiny is never set in stone, it is what you and you alone make it to beâ
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Post by em on Jun 8, 2011 13:51:06 GMT -5
"It just means that I would have to find another servant. It probably wouldn't be difficult finding someone more capable than you though."
Merlin shrugged at this. “No – I suppose it wouldn’t, then again I wouldn’t put it past you to just do that now”. It was true, but then again if the prat was desperate for a servant right now then of course he’d have to put up with him, which meant that Merlin could annoy him more until he would finally be free of Arthur.
Arthur stopped walking so suddenly that Merlin almost walked into him himself! What was that about not learning? Oh yeah, no he didn’t. Merlin gave a small grin. “Im a fast learner” he told Arthur, “but if it comes down to the art of making up nicknames then no…I suppose im not” he raised his brows. That would annoy Arthur, yes he would end up in the stocks yet again, or just set his dogs on him.
It seemed to be the latter, as they carried on walking again. The prince a little way in front of Merlin who was trailing behind, trying to keep up and trying to remember all the things that Arthur was going to put him through. "You know nothing about chores. Not yet," Arthur was blabbering on.
“I know enough to know that you’re lazy and will probably send me to fetch a jacket when you’re sat just a few feet away from it”. Merlin replied. “And Gauis has me doing chores too, ive grown up doing them for my mother, so I don’t think that your ones will be a challenge” . Arthur had now opened a door to a room where he said that he dined with his father, when not pigging out in his chambers himself.
“You will be expected to serve and make sure my cup never runs dry."
Merlin snorted at this, then saw Arthur’s face and regained some composure, “Yes sire…but what if I run out of…well…drink?” he asked. “I wouldn’t want to delay any more drinking time for you, especially if you do like it” He smirked slightly. Arthur the alcoholic? It seemed likely.
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Post by em on Jun 8, 2011 13:37:56 GMT -5
Merlin was flattered by Morgana’s concern for his mother, but that still didn’t mask the fact that she was here because something was troubling her. Her dreams being the obvious fact, but also he had a hunch that she wanted to know where he and Gauis had been – hence the little white lie he’d had to tell her.
He heard her laugh after he’d finished speaking."Maybe not me but they seem to have no problem hurting everyone else. How could I expect you to understand it? You have no idea what it is like!"
Merlin looked down at his feet and fiddled with his fingers. Yes. How silly of him – how could he possibly know what it was like to be considered a freak? How could he know what it was like when you couldn’t explain why candles set themselves alight and things magically floated through the air when you were just four years old, and becoming aware that you were different. How could he know what it was like to only have one friend (and no one else), who thought that his abilities were valuable (and yet had died protecting him) How on earth could he possibly know what it was like to have a destiny, and to protect a valuable asset every day of your life?
No. That was Merlin. Always vague and unaware of just how anyone else could feel.
Morgana must have seen the look on his face, because she then apologised. Merlin just gave a shrug and said nothing. In the end he finally found his voice. “Yes, you’re right – how could I”. It was small – he felt a little bitter but didn’t let this show.
He looked up, a little surprised that she took the chair he’d offered earlier. “What are you going to do?” he asked, looking up at her – still feeling a little hurt. It was understandable. He’d been snappish too when he was younger, not knowing exactly how he could control the things that he made happen. He hoped that Morgana would soon either dismiss any magical connections to her dreams or at least recognise that it was a gift, rather than a burden.
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Post by em on Jun 8, 2011 13:24:22 GMT -5
"Merlin?!"
He small grin crossed his lips as he carried on walking. Of course she would have called him back. He knew Gwen like the back of a book. He knew now she was considering it and he wasn’t expecting her to say yes straight away, but he knew if he kept on working at it (perhaps throwing in some puppy dog eyes to keep it sweet) then she would eventually agree.
Merlin knew it wouldn’t be the nicest of things – having Arthur (who snored like a pig and didn’t do any cooking or cleaning of any kind) staying in the house, but what other options were there? There was no way that Arthur would hide out in a cave for a week.
He put on an innocent look and turned around. “Yes?”
"You said you would stay for dinner!"
“Oh” he shifted slightly, “I guess I did…that is, if you still want me after my shocking proposal”
Another smirk emerged this time in full view for Gwen to see. She was defiantly considering it.
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Post by em on Jun 6, 2011 14:55:41 GMT -5
Now he could see the tears threatening to fall from Arthur’s eyes again. Merlin knew he should’ve just kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to upset Arthur anymore than he already was. For him to think that he would lose everything should they take on Morgana was most likely killing him slowly right now, but Merlin had to let him know that he wouldn’t lose him if his life depended on it.
"Merlin, I have known no truer friend in the entirety of my life, and expect that I will not in the future."
“What about the next life?” Merlin smiled weakly. He remembered Arthur’s words when the Knights of Medeer had been trying to break into the throne room. They still rang as clear as day.
“If I ever need a servant in the next life…” Arthur had said with determination as he pulled off the barriers that prevented the enemy from entering.
“Don’t ask me!”
It seemed ironic right now, as to whether Arthur would say something like that or not.
"So know that, regardless of what happens . . . "
Ok now he was starting to get a little more concerned. Perhaps Arthur had something up his sleeve that involved him dying in the process. He wouldn’t let it happen though. That, Merlin was certain of, even if he had no idea as to how Morgana could be defeated.
He waited, a lump forming in his throat as Arthur spoke his next words. Whether this be the last was beyond his imagination. He hoped that they would live to have another conversation. Whether it involved throwing things and calling each other a prat or an idiot or not.
"I am honored to have gained a brother."
These words took Merlin by surprise. A brother? He hadn’t expected anything like that. Idiot yes. Brother? He looked to Arthur and smiled. “It’s a brother’s job to look out for a brother who he knows he can trust his life with. And if it means dying for him without so much as a second thought, then im defiantly that brother”.
Merlin had always wanted a brother – even though they didn’t share blood, they had memories. And those memories were what were keeping Merlin going.
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Post by em on Jun 6, 2011 14:35:03 GMT -5
"Tall? Golden blond locks that fall perfecting to place every time?"
Merlin snorted at this. “Well I wouldn’t put Arthur and perfection together” he told her, “prat? Yes, but perfection? No – no way” He grinned, “once again it’s the rough, tough, save the world type of men that has got you singing his praises”
For all the right reasons too so it seemed, it had been a trap and he’d seen it. He remembered Arthur struggling as he was about to fall, he remembered the light he’d sent to guide him. So it had all been real then? Merlin was surprised at just how far Arthur had gone to save him, and for what? It’s not as though they were best friends forever. He’d made him dress up and wear something that resembled a dead colourful bird on his head. He was always ordering him about? Yet he’d saved him?
Merlin got up, “Perhaps I should go and see him” he told Gwen, “and thank him myself” he headed towards the door, “while im there I’ll be able to have a clean up as well – im pretty sure he’d left his room in a state for when I get back to work”.
He knew that Gwen wouldn’t approve, but he needed to do something! He couldn’t lie around all day when there was things to get done! It would make him go crazy
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Post by em on Jun 6, 2011 14:19:58 GMT -5
“I know” Merlin replied. To make Gwen wait was not fair on both accounts. “But you know Gwen – she’d wait forever if it meant finally being with you”.
Now that sounded incredibly cheesy and Merlin knew he was going to get a lot of stick for it, but it had to be said. “Would you wait for her if she was actually a princess marrying against her will when really she was in love with you?”. Now that whole situation just screamed the mess that gone on with Lancelot. Except he’d left knowing that Gwen would chose Arthur over him. Merlin wasn’t about to bring up that situation – he knew that Arthur had been hurt seeing them together when they rescued her from Hengist’s.
"She often spoke of how there would be another. How she could not be the woman I marry."
“You need to make her see that she will be then” Merlin told him, “or else you may risk losing her to another, I know for a fact that it would kill you” Defiantly not the best time to bring up Lancelot.
"I don't know how to stop this. Not without telling my father the truth. Not without endangering Guinevère's life. Not without breaking an alliance between two kingdoms."
“You could always tell him your married already?” Merlin’s face lit up. “To a man” he said without even thinking about how wrong that sounded, “That’s it! You could then leave Camelot with Gwen and no one would suspect a thing! Problem solved!”
It wouldn’t be that easy of course, but it was worth a shot. Anything was in this situation of life and death from unhappiness.
Merlin looked up at his friend from under his lashes. What would he do? he knew exactly what he would do.
“I’d chose my heart and my destiny over my duty” he told him, “and if it meant waiting for that time to come, I’d rather chose that than be unhappy with the wrong woman”.
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Post by em on Jun 6, 2011 13:57:23 GMT -5
Merlin really had no idea as to what to say or do that could make Arthur feel any better about the situation at this moment. There wasn’t anything at all. Why should there be? Arthur didn’t even look like the prattish prince that he laughed with, offended, gave advice to. He was more like a pale shell of shock. Merlin could see that he was close to breaking point, but didn’t want to make a big thing out of it. Arthur didn’t do hugs and Merlin couldn’t think of any wise words at this time.
“I will go whether you like it or not” Merlin told him, “Arthur…you need to keep your strength up, everyone else does to – stay here and I’ll be back soon”. At least if he was out then he could knock a few of Morgana’s minions out of the way with magic, should they choose to hunt him down instead.
He looked down at him. “I know im not your best friend or anything. I know im just your servant who sometimes gives you a talking to or throws pillows in your face” he began softly, “but I know you can do what it takes to take Camelot back into your hands”. With everyone else alongside them, they had nothing much to lose. But that was just a dream in Merlin’s head and in reality – they had everything. “And whatever you decide to do, I’ll be with you all the way – I promise”.
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Post by em on Jun 6, 2011 13:33:37 GMT -5
"He did seem like a good servant at first,"
“Yeah” Merlin muttered, “Good for making me look like an idiot when really I was right about him”
"He seemed to take it as a high pleasure and privilege to serve me. You could always use lessons in that," Arthur was still singing his praises. Had Merlin’s mood been any different than it was now then he would’ve had the urge to clump Arthur round the head. No. He didn’t feel like doing anything today, except finding the man who had left his mother years ago.
Arthur still didn’t believe that he would die. Merlin felt he was slowly right now. Not just from everything that had happened but also with anxiety. “You’d be surprised” Merlin didn’t look at him as he said this. “After all it seems like im forever getting you out of situations”.
This was true. Then again Arthur would just dismiss this, call him an idiot and turn the tables to say that it was actually him saving Merlin.
“Sounds like fun – enjoy the search” Merlin shrugged. New servant or not – he would be dead so it didn’t really matter, “just make sure they wash your socks correctly, and shine your armour so they can see your face – I know you’re picky when it comes down to the little things” he raised his brows.
Merlin was still worried about Arthur’s wound. “You would say that – there’s no need to put on that hard princely persona – it is me you know, you can tell me if you’re feeling tired or want to stop. That is no scratch” he rolled his eyes, “that’s a massive hole”. It literally had been a chunk that had been missing from Arthur’s body. Merlin had cringed at first.
“We can if you decide to faint on me” Merlin retorted.
Ok, Arthur was right – there couldn’t be any delays on this mission, but when it came down to destiny and finding his father, he knew which one he’d pick any day.
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