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rque need something to hit, or just because you need to show them that being with them. Before it was their captain, now is your king. On breaks Guinevere generally find sitting next to the shops. Bring the hair up and longer than it used to. He smiles almost shyly that Arthur knows that is not one, not between them.
-Ya you were the king, my lord, says at one point. Look
Lancelot when he speaks, and then turned away. Arthur is moistened lips and irregular patterns drawn in the sand with his sword. "It's not the same.
"Their lives are depending on you, Arthur, this time the voice tightens. I look sternly, as a warning. Sometimes he misses menThat is exactly what you're asking me, Merlin. Wish granted. You can start immediately. Merlin
presses her lips, drops her hand. Arthur snorts and walks slowly, in measured steps. He placed both hands on his shoulders. He knows he should not be stiff, you should not feel the slightest tremor of hesitation. He has done hundreds of times with his men, still does. She knows she can be rigid, which can inspire confidence when the situation requires it.
Merlin, however, seems to shake all these ideas. "I need help with this, Merlin. You quietly and is forced to look into his eyes, because it is probably the most you've asked Merlin. As it hWe have a magician on the court, Merlin, sin would not put it in a safe place, "and Merlin has flushed cheeks and mutters things that Arthur is sure not want to hear, on pain of being forced to make good use of stocks. "I think my permanent position in the Court and is qualified as a sin, forced smiles, then adds," my lord. "It'll be fun," adds Arthur, try to sound sincere. "You're right, I do not know what part of sea serpent was the one who pushed my mind in another direction. It is certainly extremely vague term for ...
"We leave at dawn," Arthur smiled broadly, and only out of habit, "Be ready my luggage."
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CHTMI tell you that this is a snake. And probably lives at sea.

Arthur makes a move to hit him with his boot, except that Merlin is the other side. And probably could defend themselves. Maybe. Who knows. Merlin does not know much of these days. Merlin

snorts. "It's a rumor, Arthur."
-Die
people.
-Everyday. Camelot not abandon every day in search of ghosts. Arthur

growls. "I just want to make sure, okay?"
Merlin's face is partially lit by the flames, his eyes red, giving a strange glow. Family. Finally sits down, crosses her legs and raises his hands again to heat.
-Just to beand clear-start after a few seconds of peaceful silence, not looking directly. Are you asking me, voluntarily and without coercion, to speak? Arthur

not answer.

-not that he continues Merlin and Arthur rubbed his face with his hand, beginning to suspect the extent of the request, "you're asking me to tell you a story, Arthur?
"Majesty" she murmurs, with some dignity.
- Want to tell a fairy tale, my lord?
Merlin's smile is too broad, sly. He fills his face and eyes light up.
"Anything," he muses. He sits down into the ground, his back is complaining about the position. Too much time

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are detained by the lake. Merlin dismounts without a word, and Arthur notes with a frown. "Merlin, you idiot, this is not a scenic route."

Merlin is not turned to face him.

"Do not be raise and lower the horse, I show you something.

Arthur rolls his eyes blank. Apart, anyway. Reluctantly and kicking the ground, but disassembled. Merlin

not faces, continues to walk toward the water, and something like curiosity show, without warning, in his mind. As if Merlin, back and skinny, with that beggar's clothes hanging from his shoulders and looking too sharp surface water concentration was fascinatinge.
So shakes his head and pretending about frustration, as if in a hurry to get somewhere, as though neither knew the exact purpose of the trip.
"What. Merlin

do not answer him, but his eyes turn golden hue that makes Arthur's stomach to shrink. It is a reaction, in general, little royal. Are forced to remain on the site and do not talk while the water is muddy, boiling. Merlin slowly licks his lips with the tip of the tongue. Arthur watches silently. The red tone that leaves his lips, shiny with saliva. Slide the eyes slowly, outlining the muscles of his neck in tension. It saves every detail, every image of this new Merlin,Arthur itself. "It's called Excalibur," said Merlin. And then adds, "is a long history," and he scratches his neck with such idiocy prevails in him, as if the scene was part of the life of another.

"It's ...
-Magic. Evidently, Merlin shrugs. Like I said, it's a long story, but it's yours. Arthur

slowly swing the sword. The light hits squarely against the blade, blinds him briefly. Arthur down again, looks back at Merlin.

- How long ...?

Merlin shrugs again, looks different. Tiny, clinging as if for protection from wind nonexistent.

"The question is," he says. She shakes her head, her hair disheveledor more than usual. Now that you're king, you should have it. Arthur

not want to ask, because you know the emphasis that implies that

now. Burning inside you and makes you swallow. Is supposed to be prepared. Is supposed to be the time.

now.

could not protect his father, what makes you think you are prepared to protect an entire kingdom?

sheathed his sword and forces a smile.

"Sometimes you're not as useless as you seem, Merlin.
"You'd be surprised, I have many hidden talents, he says smiling. Wide. Honest. Arthur

presses her lips and ignores the constant bubbling in the pit of his stomach.


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do that, the pensive expression that makes you bite your lip and lower face.

"It's not as easy as ... -Begins to straighten his mount. I can guide us to the coast, for example. I do not know, I know some spells, Gaius instructs me in the properties of some plants, that sort of thing. But others are just ... "His voice trails off as you complete the sentences. The magic is complex, to which Arthur nods slowly. I mean, most of the time do not even know what I'm doing, "he laughs, and Arthur turns his face to face, arched eyebrows. No all time, just ... Sometimes. Dodge

his gaze, and Arthur does his best notalarm. A Merlin quiet, hesitant, never a good sign. So he reaches out and hits the back with an open hand.

- Hey! Merlin skin is rubbed strongly.

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Merlin is collecting the bags when he speaks. He turns away, but Arthur does not distinguish vague movements.

"Also I find it hard to me. You know, right? -See how the rug is slipping fingers several times in a display of clumsiness, as if it was alive, and Arthur can only put eyes and pretend not to hear the tremulous tone of the sentence. I mean, I used to sleep on the floor. And now this. Not that this is just my environment. Arthur bitesUnto hits you suddenly. The notion of so much power in one so skinny, so full of angles and so-

Merlin. There is a part, a little voice in his mind, he thinks he is extraordinary, but Arthur is the part that quickly silenced.

-obligation is not, Arthur. It has never been that. Arthur

bites his cheek, and Merlin opens his mouth, as if to add something. It does several times before deciding on a tight smile.

"You'll be a great king, Arthur. You have a great wizard in your party. Arthur raised an eyebrow.

- Really? It would not hurt to have your references, then. Time is

dand Merlin try to hit him. Arthur elusive with the ease of practice, and a clumsy attack. He grabs her wrist and he turns on the spot, it freezes and upsets your hair with your other hand. Merlin twists, with a child adorns the face grimace. "Sometimes I do not know why I bother," mumbles, when Arthur lets go.

"Because I will be a great king," returns, lifts his chin.

Merlin turns and chokes a laugh. "Huge, if you keep eating at the pace you do."

Arthur does not deign to verbalize a response. Crosses his arms and leans back against the trunk closer, let it be Merlin which gathers the nerve to move and avoid looking at him at all costs. "It will be seen for the firstz I have servants to feed me properly. "

Merlin Arthur shakes his head and mutters know. No, no murmurs, just going through the litany of words, insults, silent.

Arthur looks away not at any time, without knowing the precise subject of the action. But he laughs when he stumbles, and swallows as arches, when stretched and the bones appear to crack. Merlin turns to him and biting his lips. "What," and Arthur shrugs. Begins before thinking.

"We could ...

not complete the sentence. Do not know. He shakes his head and forced to stand in the site, you shake your pants with your hands to get rid of dirt nonexistent. Merlin

refuses to move a single inch. Look expectantly, until Arthur growled.

"I can not do this," he admits with some embarrassment, a defeated air.

Merlin nods. Arthur presses her lips, as Merlin is coming. Heavy breathing, swallowing doubts. Swallowed the urge to tell you, running away. And note Merlin fingers on his neck, burying in short hair.

Remove the face a few millimeters, hesitant, when Merlin is tilted. Parted lips, blood pumping hard against his eardrums. Merlin's hand is still there, holding. And Arthur realizes that he clings to his time, that Merlin is too close not to. That is too convenient, expected, as a couple, Anchoring. Arthur lips ajar and let the language of Merlin brew in your mouth. Arthur's fist tightens on your shirt, grab the fabric strength. It is strange, different. Because Merlin is the shadow of a beard that is ridiculous and out of place, that spider's face. Because it is edgy and irritating, because it
Merlin.


When separated is slow and full of caution. Merlin looks too blue eyes, questioning.

you bite your lips and take a step back, Arthur does not let go. Move your hand and support the palm on her neck, slips his fingers under the fabric, rubbing the skin with the fingertips, without clear intention. But take a deep breath, and Merlin said nothing.

finally clears his throat.

"Perhaps a bit exaggerated. With the sea serpent, I mean.
-

-Merlin Really emphasizes, tilts his face. But it sounds relieved, sounds awfully relieved.
"Perhaps there were other reasons. Not entirely honest.
"Yeah. I bite your lips gently, briefly. Think strange or not, fit. Right now, at this time, and is a pressure that seems to disappear, one of many.

"There are no sea snakes, right? Merlin

shakes his head, smiling. "There," she replies, without much conviction. "Not on this coast, I know," he admits.

"Which means that ... Merlin

leavesout a soft laugh.

-A where, Arthur. Always. Anywhere.



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