"Fuck me," is Merlin's response. This is terribly Bret Easton Ellis to me, and I love it.
According to Morgana, he is still all of those things but she's a bitch and Arthur stopped listening to her when he learned how to spell manipulative. I love this sentence for some reason.
as if he's carefully reading Braille. For a moment, Arthur wants to know what he reads but then he realizes how stupid that sounds and he mentally retracts the statement I wish Arthur gave into some of his impulses, because I'd love to know too.
Arthur's throat is dry and he moves to get up out of this uncomfortable chair but then Merlin is crawling back into his lap, curling up and moving around until he's wrapped around Arthur like a baby octopus. How perfectly adorable is this image?
The kiss is chaste, especially compared to the other interactions they've had It makes me wonder if Merlin views kissing as very intimate and sex as very casual.
Half of him thinks he's paralyzed and the other half knows he just a coward. =/ I wonder why he doesn't let him know he's awake.
Predictably, the dry cleaning is hanging in the backseat—mocking him. Because of the comments made about his clothing?
practically singing about all the things Arthur is trying to forget.
Stay forgotten. Ah, they're THOSE trousers. I imagine Morgana's now heard how Arthur took off and therefore is angry...
When he picks it up, it has only one word, scribbled in the same handwriting as his name: Please. This gave me goosebumps. It makes me think Merlin's just as desperate to see him again as Arthur is to see Merlin.
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Date: 2011-05-30 01:15 am (UTC)"Fuck me," is Merlin's response. This is terribly Bret Easton Ellis to me, and I love it.
According to Morgana, he is still all of those things but she's a bitch and Arthur stopped listening to her when he learned how to spell manipulative. I love this sentence for some reason.
as if he's carefully reading Braille. For a moment, Arthur wants to know what he reads but then he realizes how stupid that sounds and he mentally retracts the statement I wish Arthur gave into some of his impulses, because I'd love to know too.
Arthur's throat is dry and he moves to get up out of this uncomfortable chair but then Merlin is crawling back into his lap, curling up and moving around until he's wrapped around Arthur like a baby octopus. How perfectly adorable is this image?
The kiss is chaste, especially compared to the other interactions they've had It makes me wonder if Merlin views kissing as very intimate and sex as very casual.
Half of him thinks he's paralyzed and the other half knows he just a coward. =/ I wonder why he doesn't let him know he's awake.
Predictably, the dry cleaning is hanging in the backseat—mocking him. Because of the comments made about his clothing?
practically singing about all the things Arthur is trying to forget.
Stay forgotten. Ah, they're THOSE trousers. I imagine Morgana's now heard how Arthur took off and therefore is angry...
When he picks it up, it has only one word, scribbled in the same handwriting as his name: Please. This gave me goosebumps. It makes me think Merlin's just as desperate to see him again as Arthur is to see Merlin.