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Mar 10, 2013 13:35:35 GMT -5 merlinus said:

This latest one really kills me!! (no pun intended). I love Arthur's reaction to Gwen in that first scene, and then those last two scene's you've captivated break my heart every time... excuse me whilst I go and cry for Arthur!!! LOL!

OMG I KNOW RIGHT! The irony is SO sad! its like, 'yes, apparently it would kill you Arthur' AHHH! I will never get over his death!! It was just too freaking sad! *joins Merlin in crying for Arthur!!*

But now, onto happier things!!

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Mar 9, 2013 8:45:26 GMT -5 merlinus said:

Arthur!!! You know this already (least, I hope you do, ) but your stuff is frickin' amazing! Thankyou for all the time and effort you put into my sigs and icons!!! I love how all the colours match up and whatnot! Along with the pure awesomeness of the expressions you chose!

OMG!! YOU FLATTER ME TOO MUCH AND MAKE ME HAPPPYY!! THANKS LOVE!!! I'm SOOO BEYOND GLAD to hear that you like my graphics !! annnnddd with that said, I made you yet another (A)!! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! Again, don't feel obligated to use it !! I'm just having WAY too much fun making things for Merlin !! heheh!!


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Arthur gave an ever so slight smile when Merlin spoke of not having expected to see him here. That was quite true. Mainly because Arthur didn't expect to see anyone. But more often than not, it was Merlin who Arthur usually first saw when rising from unconsciousness. He supposed now shouldn't be any different. "You're right about that," he said, encouraging the teasing, grateful for it. Somehow it ease whatever made him feel so unsettled right now. "I thought I was dead," he said with a half laugh, not quite realizing how close to the truth it came. "But when I opened my eyes and saw you . . . I knew I couldn't possibly be in heaven." Back to the mocking, even in this strained state. Though when Merlin began to answer his question . . . the teasing left his tone and he just looked at his friend. Though as always, Merlin knew just what to say to help put his mind at rest. For he assured him that Camelot, Guinevère, and the knights were safe.

That was what mattered. And Merlin knew Arthur well enough to answer the unspoken question that lingered in Arthur's mind as it became less hazy and more alert. As Merlin rose he extended his hand to Arthur, asking him to come with him. "I remember . . . Mordred," he began to say as he took Merlin up on his offer and rest his hands in his so that he would have that assistance and extra support in standing. "It was at Camlann. I fell and you took me to safety and . . . " Arthur voice trailed off, as visions flashed in his mind of what had happened in . . . well, he didn't know how near or distant of a past. His eyes slightly widened as he locked his gaze on Merlin. "You have magic." He wasn't sure if his recollecting words were a statement or a question. All he knew was that he remembered. He remembered Merlin showing him his powers and . . . he remembered his last words to him.

While Arthur was conscious, his eyes remained closed. He was trying to regain his energy for he had felt it had all been drained from him. That even when he heard someone approaching, he did not leap up in case it was a threat upon his life. He just lay there, silently hoping that it was no danger . . . and that they were either move along or -- "Arthur?" That was when he heard his name. Spoken in an all too familiar way; an unmistakable voice. One Arthur would recognize anywhere. But . . . was it really Merlin? Surely not. Was Arthur more delirious than he thought? Had his mind concocted Merlin as a figment of his imagination in this moment? It wasn't until he heard, and then felt someone fall next to him. It was then that Arthur opened his eyes. Opened them to see his brother of heart looking down at him, tears strong in his eyes.

"Merlin?" He questioned in a weak voice, slightly lifting his head so that he was not flat on his back. He was trying to recall all that had happened, but confusion prevailed above all else right now. Confusion, and the immense comfort he felt in having his closest friend near him right now. As if needing further assurance that he was real, Arthur put his hand on Merlin's arm. "What . . . " He paused, trying to compose his words, but seeing Merlin so emotional . . . something wasn't right. While Merlin was known for expressing his emotions, Arthur knew that it was often the result of something big. Taking a deep breath, he tried to speak again, not taking his eyes off of Merlin. Perhaps in fear of slipping back into darkness, or that Merlin wasn't truly there or . . . just the need to see someone familiar who helped put his mind at ease. "What happened?" He questioned in a hoarse voice. A loaded question perhaps, but . . . anything to appease this confusion that was circling in his mind right now.

Arthur heavily inhaled, gasping for air that finally came to him as his head emerged from the water. Though the strain caused him to gasp a few times in order to catch his breath. His vision was blurred from having been underwater and he felt massively disoriented. He had no idea where he was, how long he had been here . . . or how he had gotten here. He let his instincts take over as he began to swim to shore, which was not as far as he dreaded it may be. The armor that he seemed to magically be wearing weighed him down, and while he should be used to the heavy weight of it, it felt far more of a burden than it ever had before. When he finally made it to shore, he rested on his hands and knees for a moment, continuing to catch his breath as it came out short and staggered. Blinking a few times, he shook his head a bit to help clear it as well as his vision.

Naturally looking around, he noticed something laying next to him. It was unmistakable, the way the gold markings glistened in the sun. He reached for it, his hand gripping the hilt as he had done numerous times before. It was the first sense of familiarity he had right now: his sword pulled from the stone. He rose tried to rise to his feet, but failed, limply clutching the sword in his hand. He tried to raise his head to look at the lake he'd emerged from. Was that how to phrase it? His mind was filled with incoherent thoughts. Right now, he had to focus. Focus on returning to Camelot. For who knows how long he had been here for and surely everyone was looking for the king. He could not waste a moment. Yet nor could he move. He just lay on his back, closing his eyes and each breath felt strained. Not as if life was slipping from him. . . but as if his life was slowly returning to him.

_{Setting: Starts at the Lake of Avalon
Time of Day: Morning
Timeline: Four years after The Diamond Of The Day II
What If: Albion's need for their king has come, and Arthur rises from death
Tag: Merlin}

Arthur reminded himself of his initial thoughts; that he would not be able to change Morgana's mind about Uther. He knew that their relationship was damaged. That she had been burned too much by his actions. He was devastated by hers, and she had been angered by his. The tables had turned from who felt vulnerable and victimized. Once it had been Morgana, and then it had been Uther. Yet both had felt that hurt for they loved each other. Arthur had to believe that. He knew his father loved Morgana and he had to believe that at a time, Morgana loved Uther too. Perhaps it had faded away but there was a time when his family all loved and cared for one another. Why did he have to believe that? Because if he didn't, then it would mean his entire childhood was a lie. A farce. Feigned. And that, was not true.

She then questioned what he would have done had he discovered Morgana had magic. Arthur had no answer to that question, nor did he have to think of her. For her following inquiries made that hurt resurface. Her words, claiming that she had no one to turn to . . . it hurt. "Then perhaps I cared for you far more than you cared for me. For what was I to you?" A somewhat rhetorical question though he still wanted an answer. "I would have tried to help you. I would not have made you feel so alone in the burden you carried. And it truly breaks my heart that you believe I would cast you away upon discovering you had magic." She was his sister, of heart before their union was defined by blood. "It seems that you do not know me at all Morgana. And that I had misjudged how much you trusted me. How you regarded me." He had thought it was as a brother. And surely, somewhere inside of her, that affection was still there. He just didn't know at what point it had been overpowered by her hate.

"How long will you punish me for the hatred you feel for our father? How long will you punish the kingdom? You resented him for killing innocent people for having magic, yet you opened fire on a group of civilians. What makes you better than him Morgana? For the chance you had to prove it, you instead chose to fight us." She could have shown him how magic was used for good. And instead, had only re-enforced his father's beliefs that magic was used for evil and should be feared. The people had seen what she was capable of, how could they not be afraid of her? Hell, even Arthur was afraid of what she was capable of. But once again, he had to believe that deep down, there was still the Morgana that he knew and loved. She had to be in there . . . somewhere. If only he could help her resurface.

Hearing that she hadn't been attacked gave him some semblance of relief, but not much. For something still was frightening her. The last time he had seen her this shaken was . . . probably when she had run out into the courtyard in her night gown when he had been about to ride out to hunt the questing beast. And that feeling she had had been legitimate for Arthur nearly died from that journey. It was not something they had discussed at length, but he wondered if her dreams were intensifying and if that was what had brought her to his doors in such a state. He closed the door behind her, and grabbed his coat from the back of his chair, draping it on her, placing it over her shoulders so that it would give her some warmth. He then put his arm around her, leading her to the chair which he pulled out so that she could sit. He hated seeing her like this, and the only thing he hated more was the fact that he was so powerless to help.

If he could some how take away her nightmares, even bring them on to himself, he would in a heartbeat. Anything to spare her from this terror, and it made his heart ache that she had to constantly endure it. He crouched down in front of her as she was seated, placing his hand on hers and looking directly up into her eyes, hoping she would make eye contact so that she would believe his words, though he was unsure if she would find any comfort in them. It was usually Gwen who seemed to know what to say to calm Morgana, but that didn't mean her presence was unwelcome. Arthur wanted to do everything within his power to calm. "Everything is going to be fine Morgana," he told her in a soothing voice. "You don't have to be scared. You're safe here. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." While there were many, many moments of teasing and arguments in their relationships . . . he truly cared for her, and that fierce protectiveness that a brother carried for a sister, was strong in Arthur.

[[ Slight godmod of having her sit down!! If you want me to edit, I totally can!! ]]

YOU'RE WELCOME PERCIVAL!!! I TOTALLY agree!! Its SUCH a great scene as its the first glimpse of the round table!!!

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