Merlin / Arthur or Merlin & Arthur, as you please;
~ 2000 words
without spoilers, but would place post-second season, just to put a context
to feel guilty
i.
Of course, ultimately, the fault is still Arthur. First, Arthur knows that started with fewer men than needed. Whether it was an urgent need, children and arrogant, if proved their worth. Overconfidence, perhaps. Maybe it was simply a matter of pragmatism. A question that his people will remain protected in their absence. However, it all comes down to aa matter of fewer troops than needed at his side, brothers in arms unless you can rely on and regret. Secondly, despite the insistence of common sense, should never have strayed from the path back. It is not their land, are not those of his knights, much less are those of the poor servant that goes with them. An inappropriate decision, given the considerations. Third, Arthur should have seen them. Should have been prepared, and have seen them, and having heard, instead of impassively observe the dagger is plunged into the side of Merlin.
ii.
Arthur is a man of faith. No, technically that's not true. Arthur is not even sure to be a man, much as it rErlin shrinks in the mud, unconscious, but breathing. Arthur is sure of it, Girandole on the ground, examining the wounds under clothing. Gasp, with fingers numb with cold and constant drizzle. Instead of comforting tingle left after the battle, after exercise, the satisfaction of victory, this quake is cold.
Le inspects his face, cleaning mud and blood and waiting for Merlin open eyes and stop this nonsense. "Come on, Merlin, stupid," and when his words do not get reaction, not left to think beyond the immediate future, and not left to think about the consequences or the return to Camelot. Venda
wound in his side, fortunately caused. Poc
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. Of course I know. Merlin knew what was exposed, the idiot. The risk involved. So
Arthur clears his throat and removed the facial hair. "We should take the road back when you can ride, my father probably sent somewhere for us and I would not ..." Not just the phrase, and Merlin is incorporated on the elbows, licks his lips before speaking.
-Arthur.
Arthur looks away, continues to eat and refuses to come to Merlin.
Merlin. There is a joke. Arthur pensand Merlin wants to say something. Whatever. I mentioned how stupid it is to be, so that Arthur can put eyes and order to prepare the horses and load their bags with no regrets. But above all, wants to stop looking at him and Merlin, as if waiting for Arthur to go to raise the sword at any time. Arthur Makes
if you mean to do something, Merlin, would not be in the back
. God knows he wants. Thrash and ask why not and hit told him to go away in frustration.
And he wants to see it again. Merlin
emaciated and not the content. Want to see stubborn and proud. Powerful.
wants to see Merlin, dammit. The truth.
ix. Dejan
the village at dawn, and Arthur try not to mention any of the times that shout Merlin containing a face, each time that rubs some of his wounds. Arthur thinks that to be a sorcerer, so supposedly fearsome as they are, could easily throw the horse. Is sufficient to extract a forced smile, the thought of Merlin spinning in the mud, angry, and leaving aside the caution that it carried since she woke.
progressing slowly and the route known, and Arthur does not miss anything this time. Do not want surprises, and does not want more deaths. When it starts to get dark, Merlin sends Arthur to fetch wood. When you return, when the fire is almost ready and Arthur sits on the floor and ordered enceLXC
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"I wanted to tell you.
"Of course.
"I mean, Arthur. Arthur looks away and fan the flames. Merlin sits beside him, avoiding eye contact in turn, resting his forearms on his knees.
... I did not know if Merlin's voice breaks. If you knew what he ... "a glance, and Arthur can see how swallows with difficulty. You should hate me. Arthur not want to ask what you mean. A dead bandits, perhaps. A could not save the rest of men, perhaps. But more, much more. And Arthur does not want to ask. Not now, you might in a while, or maybe when Merlin decides to tell.ne to spell, it will. Merlin If you keep away from all this, if it gets that "I'm not your responsibility, Merlin. On the other hand, you do you are mine.
would sound trying to sound like a king, someone with authority, someone who really believed capable of such tasks. Merlin laughs, without looking.
-Give me some credit, Arthur. Even you know that's not true.
Another of those things that do not ask, at least for now. Even if deep down you know that this goes beyond a mere servant, a mere prince. The things left unsaid, and perhaps never tell. Those that are not supported, but you both understand, in the background. And that night is enough.
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