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quixotism2010-02-22 05:49 pm
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[fanfic] [merlin] Camelot Garden
There was only one person who would creep into his room and wake him up in the middle of the night, Merlin thought grumpily, and only one person who would believe that it was perfectly in his rights to wake Merlin up at any hour he desires.
"Merlin. Merlin. Wake up, you big oaf!"
"Coming sire," Merlin replied sarcastically, throwing the covers back and looking at Arthur sleepily, "This better be important or I'll scream."
Arthur gave him a patronizing look, "Would I call you for anything less than important, Merlin?--Don't answer," he added when Merlin opened his mouth, "But you need to come with me. Noble's acting weird."
"Noble?" Merlin shot up, his back ramrod straight. Noble was Arthur's horse, stabled down near the boys quarters.
Arthur nodded, "Father wouldn't let me go check on him," he chewed his lip and Merlin found himself drawn to that little detail, "I'm--I need you to look at him."
Merlin had a peculiar ability with animals, something only Arthur knew and Gaius, the head of the science school here at Camelot Gardens. Merlin nodded slowly, "Let me go get my coat."
It was drizzling lightly when they arrived at the stables and Noble was standing there, his black eyes looking at them balefully when they checked his feet and mouth.
Merlin pursed his lips, "I think he's sick, Arthur. Badly sick," Bad enough for your father to have him put to sleep he thought, but Arthur didn't need to hear that.
"Well, then, do something!" Arthur half-shouted, his hands balled in fists as if to take down some invisible enemy around them.
"Don't yell," Merlin said firmly and Arthur immediately calmed down, but his eyes were stormy, "I'll see what I can do."
He touched Noble's face, and closed his eyes and said, in his mind, go, leave, let him be, let him be free, do it for me and Noble neighed loudly. Merlin opened his eyes, gold-flinted and turned to Arthur, "He'll be fine."
Arthur stared at him, "Your eyes."
Merlin blinked, "What?"
Arthur shook his head, "Forget it. ... Thank you, Merlin," he said, looking wistfully at Noble. Merlin couldn't help the giddy grin on his face.
There was a sound outside the stables, a man's voice saying, "Who's there?" and without thinking, Arthur grabbed Merlin and stumbled into an empty stable, hay and all, and in usual considerate Arthur-Pendragon style, Arthur promptly pressed Merlin down.
"Damn, it's Leon," Arthur curse-whispered, "Does that man ever take a break?"
"I've got hay in my hair," Merlin grumbled.
"Shut up Merlin."
There was no sound, nothing but the heavy sound of Arthur's breathing, the sound of hay shifting under them, the slow drip of Arthur's shirt on top on his own. His breath was catching, he could hear it in his throat, in his heart, something was catching and spreading--
"He's gone," Arthur whispered, "Come on."
--and stopped. Merlin shook his head out of his stupor and rose from the haystack.
"You've got hay in your hair, Merlin," Arthur said smugly.
Merlin gave him a withered look, "And whose fault is that?"
"I didn't tell you to go dunk your hair in hay."
"You threw me in there!"
"I most certainly did not."
"Of course, sire," Merlin said sarcastically, "You do no wrong don't you--,"
And Arthur kissed him. It was a sudden thing, born out of necessity, his hand suddenly on Merlin's cheek, grabbing, holding and his lips were wet and warm at the same time.
It finished before it really started and Merlin felt the spread, the catch in his throat, pounding against his body.
Arthur rubbed the back of his neck, "It's late. We--We should get back. Especially you," he added, "My father doesn't need any more reasons to dislike you."
Then why did you... but Merlin didn't trust himself to speak, he just nodded and began walking away, with leaden feet.
"Merlin!"
Merlin turned.
"We--," Arthur frowned as if he disliked the fact words were escaping him at the moment, "We should do this again, sometime. And get that hay out of your hair. You look like a peasant."
Merlin stared. Then he felt himself glowing, without his approval.
"I am a peasant, Arthur" he said smartly, and with a short mocking bow, he left. Still. ... He couldn't help the slight skip to his step all the way back to the dorms.
"Merlin. Merlin. Wake up, you big oaf!"
"Coming sire," Merlin replied sarcastically, throwing the covers back and looking at Arthur sleepily, "This better be important or I'll scream."
Arthur gave him a patronizing look, "Would I call you for anything less than important, Merlin?--Don't answer," he added when Merlin opened his mouth, "But you need to come with me. Noble's acting weird."
"Noble?" Merlin shot up, his back ramrod straight. Noble was Arthur's horse, stabled down near the boys quarters.
Arthur nodded, "Father wouldn't let me go check on him," he chewed his lip and Merlin found himself drawn to that little detail, "I'm--I need you to look at him."
Merlin had a peculiar ability with animals, something only Arthur knew and Gaius, the head of the science school here at Camelot Gardens. Merlin nodded slowly, "Let me go get my coat."
It was drizzling lightly when they arrived at the stables and Noble was standing there, his black eyes looking at them balefully when they checked his feet and mouth.
Merlin pursed his lips, "I think he's sick, Arthur. Badly sick," Bad enough for your father to have him put to sleep he thought, but Arthur didn't need to hear that.
"Well, then, do something!" Arthur half-shouted, his hands balled in fists as if to take down some invisible enemy around them.
"Don't yell," Merlin said firmly and Arthur immediately calmed down, but his eyes were stormy, "I'll see what I can do."
He touched Noble's face, and closed his eyes and said, in his mind, go, leave, let him be, let him be free, do it for me and Noble neighed loudly. Merlin opened his eyes, gold-flinted and turned to Arthur, "He'll be fine."
Arthur stared at him, "Your eyes."
Merlin blinked, "What?"
Arthur shook his head, "Forget it. ... Thank you, Merlin," he said, looking wistfully at Noble. Merlin couldn't help the giddy grin on his face.
There was a sound outside the stables, a man's voice saying, "Who's there?" and without thinking, Arthur grabbed Merlin and stumbled into an empty stable, hay and all, and in usual considerate Arthur-Pendragon style, Arthur promptly pressed Merlin down.
"Damn, it's Leon," Arthur curse-whispered, "Does that man ever take a break?"
"I've got hay in my hair," Merlin grumbled.
"Shut up Merlin."
There was no sound, nothing but the heavy sound of Arthur's breathing, the sound of hay shifting under them, the slow drip of Arthur's shirt on top on his own. His breath was catching, he could hear it in his throat, in his heart, something was catching and spreading--
"He's gone," Arthur whispered, "Come on."
--and stopped. Merlin shook his head out of his stupor and rose from the haystack.
"You've got hay in your hair, Merlin," Arthur said smugly.
Merlin gave him a withered look, "And whose fault is that?"
"I didn't tell you to go dunk your hair in hay."
"You threw me in there!"
"I most certainly did not."
"Of course, sire," Merlin said sarcastically, "You do no wrong don't you--,"
And Arthur kissed him. It was a sudden thing, born out of necessity, his hand suddenly on Merlin's cheek, grabbing, holding and his lips were wet and warm at the same time.
It finished before it really started and Merlin felt the spread, the catch in his throat, pounding against his body.
Arthur rubbed the back of his neck, "It's late. We--We should get back. Especially you," he added, "My father doesn't need any more reasons to dislike you."
Then why did you... but Merlin didn't trust himself to speak, he just nodded and began walking away, with leaden feet.
"Merlin!"
Merlin turned.
"We--," Arthur frowned as if he disliked the fact words were escaping him at the moment, "We should do this again, sometime. And get that hay out of your hair. You look like a peasant."
Merlin stared. Then he felt himself glowing, without his approval.
"I am a peasant, Arthur" he said smartly, and with a short mocking bow, he left. Still. ... He couldn't help the slight skip to his step all the way back to the dorms.