"It trails out of you when you're sleeping, winds all over the castle until it slips underneath my door and wakes me up." I always, always, always love the idea of Merlin's magic loving Arthur in some way, or seeking him out.
"We cannot do this any longer, Merlin." D= That's not the decision I wanted you to make! *flutters!* You could just decide to be together!
It didn't feel any more comfortable this time than it did when Arthur first put it on him but it settled a little better I love that all it really took for Merlin was a little honesty and vulnerability from Arthur, just an admission that they meant the world to each other.
It felt broken up inside Merlin's chest, like a box dropped down the castle's stone steps that erupts with dozens of sun-warmed flowers, fresh from the fields. This is an absolutely beautiful image.
"I want to—please, please let me take you like this, wearing my kingdom—please..." Good lord, is that sexy.
There were no less than two thousand Druids, maybe even more, walking into Camelot. Ah, this gave me goosebumps. And made me a little teary.
"You coy thing! I'm surprised you didn't just brand his forehead," Awhaha. Possessive!Merlin. <3
So even if he couldn't brew one single fever drought, maybe he wasn't all that badly off in the end. I kind of adore that it ends where it began, with a thought on the fact that he's actually really bad at healing. XD
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Date: 2011-06-30 06:06 am (UTC)"We cannot do this any longer, Merlin." D= That's not the decision I wanted you to make! *flutters!* You could just decide to be together!
It didn't feel any more comfortable this time than it did when Arthur first put it on him but it settled a little better I love that all it really took for Merlin was a little honesty and vulnerability from Arthur, just an admission that they meant the world to each other.
It felt broken up inside Merlin's chest, like a box dropped down the castle's stone steps that erupts with dozens of sun-warmed flowers, fresh from the fields. This is an absolutely beautiful image.
"I want to—please, please let me take you like this, wearing my kingdom—please..." Good lord, is that sexy.
There were no less than two thousand Druids, maybe even more, walking into Camelot. Ah, this gave me goosebumps. And made me a little teary.
"You coy thing! I'm surprised you didn't just brand his forehead," Awhaha. Possessive!Merlin. <3
So even if he couldn't brew one single fever drought, maybe he wasn't all that badly off in the end. I kind of adore that it ends where it began, with a thought on the fact that he's actually really bad at healing. XD