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[Dir en Grey] Akai batsu to the Shiroi

Fandom: Dir en Grey [Kyo / Toshiya, Die / Shinya, Kaoru / Yoshiki, Kaoru / Hyde, Kaoru / Bou]
Original title: Akai batsu to Shiroi Ai - Punishment Red and White Love
Title translated: scarlet and white love Punishment
Author: tsrex_fics
Translator: misako93
Rating: R/NC17
Genre: Romance, Science-fiction, AU
Alerts: Alternative Universe, partial OOC, violence, non-consensual , language, sex, voyeurism.

Summary: Shinya has a highly respected psychologist who has worked with the most difficult cases and that seemed absolutely unsolvable. He was entrusted with a new work with patients with Syndrome Repetitive self-mutilation, and soon discovers that nothing is as it seems: patients who come out of their locked rooms, a man obsessed with the mutilation of running out of control in ' hospital, and the past of the same Shinya beginning to emerge ... None of them are really who they say they, and the ghosts of their past will resume soon to haunt them.

author Warnings: This fic is really a very graphic, to the point that I had to put a rating of NC17 just to splatter this. Some scenes are so violent and graphic that I have had people who told me that she had been physically hurt by reading them. And 'this sexual content, both consensual non-consensual. If you do not feel able to support such a reading, do not read.

Note of translator: looking on the net, I noticed that on the fic Dir en Grey are very few. Especially in Italian. So I started on the Anglophone fandom, and even there I found a few things. But then I discovered this wonderful \u0026lt;3 that is beautiful in English and Italian (as I realize) is staggering.


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Part Four.



First, Morgan appeared from behind the hill, alone.
Merlin could distinctly hear the breath-hold of all the men who were next, with a total hatred and hurt against the traitor who had sold them all.
Morgan riding without a helmet, her hair in the wind that whipped the back, which sent a strange shimmer sword in his right hand. The sun shone from the front, making them shine decorated thin coat of mail that covered his chest. The men jumped, and Merlin with them: Morgana painted on his chest bore the crown of Camelot and the two intertwined dragons of Pendragon.
The soldiers looked at each other, uncertain.
"Hold your seats!" Arthur shouted to his men, and came the echo of the orders of the King "Wait for the signal! Let nobody move! "
Morgana continued to ride until the middle of the slope, then stopped for no apparent reason.
Silence spans such as smoke, and Merlin himself was discovered to hold their breath, waiting for the girl moved.
But she remained motionless. He arrived, however, his voice, amplified a hundred times and enchanted so that came as a whisper in the ear of everyone present.
"Surrender." He said, soft and sweet as honey "There'll be okay. We do not want to hurt you, we want to help. Let us enter. Come with us and live a prosperous Camelot ever seen. It will not be destroyed, nothing will happen to your homes or your loved ones. "
Merlin looked at Arthur, alarmed and uncertain about what to do, whether to intervene, and managed to catch her eye from the slit of the helmet . Arthur waved him not to move.
"Or else," He continued to murmur the voice of Morgana "will suffer. You will suffer much. You can do nothing against us, do you have explained? We all like dry wood to burn or drown like kittens in a sack. We can go over your dead bodies, "Merlin knew that neither Arthur Uther nor could they not react much longer, but he also knew that ordering an attack would have done exactly the play of Morgan "and poison the blood of your veins. Consegnateci and Camelot Uther Pendragon. "
Merlin saw the hands of Arthur on his sword and bolt on the harness and it was decided to intervene. He closed his eyes and whispered a few words to the wind, but before he could finish the voice of Morgana spoke again and this time gave him a shiver down my spine.
"Merlin, I know you're here." He said. "You've got no hope of winning, I hope you know. Kill him before your eyes, you see, "The voice seemed genuinely sorry. Merlin could not not look wide-eyed and surprised to Arthur, staring at him, feeling grow inside the fury and fear. "It will do so in pieces at your feet. This would save, you have said, but you would not listen and have sentenced to death. When his father fall, his death will be gift Mordred for you. "
The horror took hold in Merlin and choked, and the blood quickened its run and blinded their sight. He saw the eyes of Arthur, still on him dark as they must have made her, and loved him, loved him more than he could bear.
not lose you. The promised silently. Just let me do it.
" Uhyer Wende Ovall moranye" whispered, and threw up his arms to draw your magic pushed her out of his body from his chest, felt it build up and weigh them on his fingers on his hands until , was not ready, until it was full and then let it come out all at once.
Fast as the wind, a stream of water slipped slid down from its index and dry grass, sliding forward between the legs of unsuspecting soldiers like a snake in the lake, quickly and quietly, he climbed the hill and there began to grow, to spread.
When he saw the horse try to kick and whinny Morgana, Merlin smiled.
Morgan could not immediately understand what happened to the horse, because he continued to speak of death and destruction for even a moment. But then the horse bucks, and Merlin saw her head down, as puzzled to discover that his horse had its legs sunk in the mud. The voice remained silent while she waved her arms and shook his head, busy trying to get out of the mire.
It was not a trick, but Arthur looked at him with a sparkle in their eyes, and Merlin made his only genuine smile on the battlefield.
Suddenly, the horse made a step forward and Morgan was able to rest the feet on land again.
Someone had destroyed the spell of Merlin.
Although it was no surprise to Merlin, appear from behind the hill to see a child on horseback, however, was a blow to most of the soldiers of Camelot.

Mordred was a figure to be too sharp so far, Merlin then immediately realized that the air around him was full of magic. The wind kept away from him as if you opened up in its wake, swung closer to the treetops in different directions, as if he was fired.
He kept his back straight and sat stiffly in a huge white horse Merlin recalled that Arthur had killed the unicorn, managing to seem so small and so dangerous. Behind him appeared the army of druids. The name
army was not really appropriate, given that there were no positions that are not defined and could have been found two weapons alike. It was a crowd placed on a few rows, but that covered the entire extent of the hill, and here and there stood out some bandits, some farmer, and the entire population of the woods that Uther had never managed to drag his side.
"Ready to sign," cried Arthur, breaking the perfect silence that had been the backdrop to the arrival of enemies.
The cry echoed through the troops of Camelot, repeated ten times. Merlin could feel the fear of the men beside him, the terror of pure magic that Uther had helped create. More than one soldier closed his eyes, as if trying to remember why was there, or perhaps already giving his farewell to the things that still would not be able to see again. The army on the hill
scalp, stopping just behind Morgan and the child.
"Hold your seats!" Uther screamed in the distance.
"Nobody move!" Repeated Arthur his men.
"Emrys ..." He called the child inside the head of Merlin. Merlin knew that this moment would come.
"Mordred." He said in his head resolutely. It was the first time he called the child with his name, and the first that recognized him for what he really was: an alternative to the old religion was opposed to Arthur Pendragon, nothing to do with the frightened child and only remember that Merlin.
"We're letting die."
"I'm trying to protect them."
The child laughed (laughed so nice! Tinkling and fresh as spring water). "Thou shalt not really going to try to save them all? Why can not you do it, you know it. Just turned your head you'll find the body of your loved Pendragon on the highest rampart. "
Merlin did not reply. The fear was palpable around him, now that the wait was prolonged. Arthur stared at the enemy plane and stroked the neck of his horse.
"You can not even protect them both, you know? We will never succeed. You can not help it, Emrys, Uther is already ours. "
For a moment the only sound was the wind, then" Afraid? "The child whispered in her ear.
"Now," cried the king, and the two armies moved as one man in the most unbridled gallop.

Merlin had followed Arthur, only Arthur, holding the gaze on signs that he had on his back, and he found himself in the midst of battle. The first impulse was that he had to plug his ears. The noise was deafening, painful, iron on iron and iron on flesh and screams and screams and dust everywhere, which entered the mouth and eyes, and the earth trembled beneath him.
He lowered his eyes watery and a while a man had died before him, his mouth open in a last cry that Merlin had felt inside.
had returned to look at Arthur.
fight without the grace that Merlin had seen him show off any other time, even Ealdor, but with an almost animal rage, killed and mowed down from his mare, as if they were men to land managers all her pain, and against other men jostled like crazy again and went forward and urged the horse past the tide of people moving. Merlin followed him into the passage that was being created, deflecting arrows and swords as much as possible with dry hand gestures, trying to hold off the vomiting that continues to rise in his throat.
She looked up and saw that Arthur was directed straight against Morgan.
Morgan remained slightly aloof from the battle, firm, and had already abandoned the sword. Hands outstretched and eyes shining with the effort, the army was looting of Camelot turning horses and people looking for something. Uther.
When Merlin saw the shooting down his hands and smiling, he turned around frantically looking for the point that he was staring.
Uther was still behind him and Arthur, and led half of the horse cavalry against the more massive of the people of the woods. Next to him, he discovered Merlin, Tristan's watching your back, as he had promised to do and how he would do, Merlin was safe, until death or victory. He had lost his helmet, and now stood out even after the resolute grimace on his face, while his mouth was still murmuring broken words like a prayer (Merlin knew what he was whispering, who was thinking, because even in his head sounded just swords and ArthurArthur ArhurArthurArthurArthur ARTHUR).
Meanwhile Arthur was already advanced, and Merlin had to encourage the horse to go faster, ignoring dead and dust, not to lose it. The sweet smell of blood was everywhere.
A man fell on him, and he pushed him away with a kick, left him to the ground like an empty sack, and Gods, was the most horrible thing he had ever done, but all I could think of was the evil that now was the knee where the shell had struck the other.
"Arthur," he cried, but the name is now lost in the din, and Arthur went straight to his own way, breaking and killing everyone he met, to Morgan, the blind eyes fixed on her face.
The wind whipped his face, but Merlin did not hear him. Morgana was looking at him.
He saw her smile again and open the red mouth in a scream, but if the cry was articulate words, he had not understood. Caressed by the wind and sun, while around her property died, Morgan was no longer her.
was Nimue, and Mordred, and the Druid in the forest, and the Dragon, the Old Religion was inside her, completely. Morgana was his as Merlin was Arthur, and was beautiful to see.
Magic was great, the immense power of Morgana on his black horse.
"Morgana," cried Arthur later, Merlin, and that he felt, it felt inside her, in the blood, because he had in all the scorn and love betrayed that Morgan had never deserved . "Morgana!"
But Morgan only had eyes for Merlin, and was still smiling while the world around her died in battle, and Merlin soon understood why he was able to avert his eyes from her. Just in time to see that Arthur had left too, and that the child was within walking distance.
He rushed forward immediately.
Too late, she knew him and knew Arthur, who had time only to notice Mordred and his right hand outstretched against him and to say a last look behind, to Merlin, before being knocked off his horse by a force invisible.
Arthur! He screamed every part of Merlin.
Instead of falling to the ground, Arthur stopped in mid-air, arms and legs abandoned, as if it were left hanging for the armature to the sky, his head pouring back. The boy laughed.
The helmet fell, and the sound covered in Merlin anything else.
"Arthur," Merlin
thought that it was he screaming, until he saw the horse galloping Uther get at them.
Arthur opened his eyes, he was just there, hung.
Without thinking of anything else that was not Arthur, retiring in that dark place in his mind where his magic did not need words, and he just had to act, called Merlin saved him all the strength for that moment, all hope for see Arthur get out alive, and its magic grew.
grew up and became huge, and Merlin made it sticky, dense, so dense that he allow evil he would step out, it was like pulling flaps of skin, but Arthur, Arthur was worth it all.
He threw his head back and screamed, while his forces were pushed all out for the pain and fury, and raised his hands toward Arthur. His magic is launched into the air and found Arthur and soon joined him, including these, carefully and gently into a golden envelope, making the hair shine and armor.
He took up the holes he had left the spell of the child, nurturing, and soothing every pain, and when he learned that Merlin was enough, that Arthur would have lived, felt the magic slipped down to earth as a honey pot, spread the felt on the battlefield to reach every enemy of Merlin. Locking it. As if it were made of his blood felt torn in the removal, in so far as to every man who was against him, covering him and stopping him. Merlin
When he opened his eyes, he saw immobility. The knights of Camelot, and people looked around, amazed, in a battle in which their only fight. The others had all fallen to the ground, unconscious or lifeless. Merlin smiled. Then he fell from his horse, exhausted.
managed to not be too bad (his magic still covered the ground), and his eyes clouded for a moment.
"Arthur!" Uther was screaming, again, did not know that Arthur was well, we had thought Merlin, Merlin would have thought that forever. "What have you done!"
"What have I done?" It was the voice of the child. Merlin tried to get back on their knees. His body was out of trouble, not cooperating, every muscle screaming when forced to move. "I do not want to kill him. I do not care if he lives or dies, provided we go from a land that is not his. "
With a great effort, propped beside his horse, Merlin managed to get back on their feet. Even
Uther had fallen from his horse, and now still holding the lifeless body of Arthur in his arms, chest stringendoselo. The boy above him, something hysterical in her eyes and voice.
"But you," He continued, "You must die. You pay for what you did. "
Merlin tried to himself every other drop of magic, his eyes fixed on the child. They were empty words, he felt, because Mordred in the end he lost and he knew it, and his eyes were desperate and angry. But if the other had moved, had he whispered a formula, Merlin would have noticed and would intervene.
was so focused on the child, who did not notice until it was too late Morgana. The magic of Merlin with her was not served, failed to trap it.
"Anan cheyfe deathleys"
Merlin blinked, blinded by the green flash that had pierced the air, and when he opened them Uther was still standing.
On the dark ground, his back, between Morgan and his king, Tristan did not breathe.

Morgana was stopped immediately by the Knights of Camelot and brought to his knees Uther before.
Merlin was launched toward the body of Tristan, he was thrown to the ground closely and had his arms, he had touched and hugged and caressed as he had never been able to do when a wall of bars between them, but it was not served nothing. Tristan had not had a chance, Morgan struck to kill, and even if its magic was not strong half that of Merlin, was successful.
Mordred fled immediately, taking advantage of the general distraction, and now already he rode toward the forest. Uther had not even ordered to pursue him, perhaps even he realized his flight.
Merlin could take it back, probably, but no longer had the strength to do anything, and at the end (how could he admit it? were so many deaths, would have died for something he had to pay!) basically just wanted everything to end. Morgana
but now he was there, kneeling and won, in the eyes the same expression of despair and defeat a deer shot with an arrow unexpected.
Uther looked at her.
Merlin, and all the knights with him, looked away. There was nothing to say, nothing to see, the pain that the king could try. There was nothing to do for the love you anyway, and hidden underground, continued to exist between a father and a daughter.
"Go." Uther said, and she stood up with as much dignity left, taken at random for a horse's bridle, and climbed into the saddle without a word. "Remember you owe me my life." He added Uther, hard and desperate, and she rode away.
Merli would not ever again, even after years and years, even after other wars, other betrayals, other lives, forgotten the vision of Morgan who rode from his home, blacks hair soiled with blood and dust still falling softly on his shoulders, and Uther, who looked lost for ever and leave large Part of its strength.

When it was sunset, Merlin and Arthur found themselves on what had been the battlefield.
Arthur was awakened shortly after the escape of Morgana, and had been kidnapped by Gwen and her kind attention.
When the whole building shaking had subsided slightly, Merlin went to retrieve the prince, and if I had brought up the now deserted clearing.
The smell of blood was still everywhere.
"I'm sorry he's dead." Arthur said, breaking the silence.
Merlin nodded. Tristan's death was engraved inside, but now he had thought and felt, and knew what to do about it. It was no longer the boy who cries in front of a pyre, feeling useless and abandoned. He had learned that the pain could serve, which often did, and could not stop the pain to exist but could be prevented by helpless.
And then, Camelot had become too alien for that year.
"I'm going away." He announced.
If he had expected surprise, he was disappointed. Arthur nodded, and he simply slipped his hand in his. "Back."
"Yes"
"Alright then." Merlin smiled
to himself. He would not like the air, but once again he would have loved even more, and would finally was able to guide them in the way that fate had marked out for him. "Where is she?" Churches, after a few minutes of comforting silence.
Arthur shook his hand stronger. "A North. In a small town, ten days hence, in a castle. I'll give you a letter to be delivered to his father. "
" Thanks. "
They looked, and Merlin could not resist and kissed him soon. "Promise me," she whispered on his lips, "That'll never leave me behind. That whatever happens, when you allow me to protect King forever. "
" I promise. "
Merlin would leave the same evening, he had saddled his horse and prepared everything you need to go to North, find the village and the castle, to give the letter to the boss and being able to speak with her daughter. And tell her that his love, his only great love, had died a hero, and would be remembered as a hero to Camelot.
"Can you tell me something?"
Arthur nodded.
"How his name? "
this time Arthur was to print a light kiss, before opening up into a huge smile. "It 's really a beautiful name. It's called Isolde. "
" Isolde. "Merlin murmured.
With a little 'luck, just a little', he could take her to Camelot, and some more ', would be all right.

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One evening in late December the steps along the corridor because they were too light to Arthur.
Merlin knew, before yet she appeared, that Morgan was coming to give his farewell. She felt exhausted just the idea.
"Courage." Whispered the boy.
Merlin was ready to see it changed to the point of not recognizing it anymore. Arthur told of dark circles under eyes, a face drawn in a shapeless mass of hair. What he found himself in front of Merlin, however, was a Morgan to its former glory, or even more, as Merlin had not ever seen.
He wore no coat, despite the cold, and the red dress slipping on the fullness of chest and arm as if it had been sewn on. The skin did not seem to have felt the winter, but rather shining, clear sound, enhanced by dark curls, fluffy and filled with an inner fire. The magic shone around.
Merlin took a step back, disgusted. He felt his magic in every part of the room, languid, sticky, like an overripe fruit.
"Morgan."
Morgana looked at him, just raising a hand as if trying to touch him. Merlin saw around him sweating despite the air was cold.
"Emrys." There was no trace of the girl scared the first time. "I missed you."
"You are about to leave."
"We, Emrys. Mordred said, "He paused, savoring the child's name as" How the times have finally arrived. "
" I've already answered - "
" Forget "she interrupted softly" What did the sword. What did the dragon. How can you still persist in defending those who are already dead? "
Merlin felt the cold of his bones collide with the heat of the magic of unhealthy Morgana" The prophecy did not name. "
"Oh, Emrys, as if you had not really understood. Uther is marked, and you can not in any case do nothing to help. In conscience, "he added, but his eyes were fixed as if he were reciting his words" I really can not understand why the death of Uther frighten you so much. You did not repeat that those who go to your loyalty, and I thought it was Arthur. "
Merlin leaned against the wall, trying to put more space as possible between him and the smell of Morgana to think clearly. In fact, his whole life had one purpose, and it was to see Arthur rule over a united and powerful Camelot. But imagine if Arthur seated on the throne, could not think of the angry young man who had locked up in there, or the obedient child in the hands of his father, nor the man who defeated his head lowered in recent days because ; not you could see his eyes.
He would do anything for Arthur, and the first was allowed to grow.
"I could never betray Camelot." I said softly.
Morgana smiled again, and sharp white teeth, her lips moist. "Do not lie, Emrys. Camelot owes you nothing and you do not have anything to her. Camelot is not that you between your legs to push all this time. Join us and you'll find it waiting for you every night, every night. "
the intentional obscenities from the mouth of Morgana Merlin provoked a surge tired.
There was nothing to say, nothing to do. The way he knew was disappearing, and there would be to fight for a new world rise again.
"Go." He whispered as he had done the first time with Arthur. "Did you know that by coming here you would not get anything anyway. Go away. "
Morgana just laughed and walked away. Merlin had begun to relax when came his last words as arrows.
"Have you ever thought," He said, "That might not be in love with Uther the culprit? Your Arthur has you close enough, and is guilty of more than a sin against you. But do not worry, there is nothing you can do the same. "
When Merlin was gone, emptied out his hand and found the boy tight. There was no need for words to the anguish that was eating him inside.

"You are very brave, Merlin."
Merlin gave a half smile. Not tried much because it was twilight and he was not sure that the other might see him.
"It's not him. It is he who will die. "
" I know. "Merlin said, but his voice trembled slightly.
"There's nothing going to happen and you know why? Why did you. Despite all the pain you caused, you have, and this is his greatest fortune. You are very brave and very loyal. "

dreams of Merlin were, predictably, agitated and confused. The face of Morgana is broken down and reassembled in his mind as he touched a Arthur property, passing up his hands on his chest, stroking her hair, open her mouth with a finger.
were under the same tree that he had dreamed about a month before, but this time the leaves Mordred had so much fun to go all fires were destroyed, and she lay on the grass whispered to Arthur as he had done, her eyes on Merlin as he bent to kiss his temple. The expression was Merlin had forgotten. It was sweet and a bit 'sad, the same that would have pushed Gwen to take bunches of flowers.
Merlin awoke sweating, skin burned, Arthur and found attached to the bars, his face shattered and distorted by the flames of the torch.
"She's gone."
"I know." Merlin murmured, blinking to try to focus despite the blurring of sleep.
Arthur made a half-laugh that sounded like a bark. Merlin saw that he had tightened his fist on the bar of iron.
"Not much has moved away, eh. It failed to pass even the woods. Camelot to be missing too much. "
" They shot? " Merlin asked, dismayed. He did not believe that Morgan could be so reckless. Morgan did not last, at least. "They brought back?"
"Oh, no." Arthur laughed. "No. He is reporting back on its own. She and an army of people in the woods. "
Merlin did not understand right away. He was not easy to conceive how anyone could like Morgan could, really waging war against Camelot. When she understood, and looked at Arthur, his heart was gripped in a vise of pain and suffering for what Arthur was at that moment betrayed again, lost, infinitely alone.
"They magic. They found shelter behind the hills, but will not last long. And she commands them. God, she commands them. "
The furious despair in his face did fall back a little Merlin 'on himself.
"My father ... my father wants to attack them. I think I can. But it is not possible, is not it? Do not we'll never. If not with a single gesture can burn us alive. "
was the first recognition of the existence of the magic that Arthur did, and she had come so quiet and desperate for a second Merlin felt guilty for being the bearer of a thing so dangerous Arthur, against which people like him would never even had a chance.
was true, Merlin with a single gesture could burn him alive.
"They can ignite our arrows and send them back."
's eyes were those of Arthur Merlin almost by chance, in the dark, and both stopped to look, breathing slowly. Merlin saw the request before the other spoke, and the magic inside of him took off, huge, surrounding it and spreading like a wave around.
A spontaneous smile, proud, moves the corners of the mouth. Arthur had come to ask for his help, to recognize his power for what it was.
Merlin stood up, going towards him, forcing his body against the desire to run, to jump forward against the bars, to him. He felt free for the first time since he was there for the first time ever. Available as light and full of pride.
"I want," said Arthur, electric hair moved by an invisible wind, a hundred times deeper voice, the magic of Merlin, which made him shine in the dark "I want you to keep your promise. I want what you said was mine. "
The magic of Merlin halted immediately, quiet, and Merlin himself holding his breath.
"I want it." Said Arthur, in his words and saw Uther and Merlin all his arrogance.
Magic retired, surprise, then rushed on with the fury of Arthur, Merlin, and where he had pushed caressed, where he was shining it became dark, powerful and evil. Merlin's anger for the contempt that Arthur once again could not hold back, for its claim to possess it poured over the other, forcing him to retreat and to take up arms to protect themselves from the wave that he himself had caused.
"Merlin," cried Arthur, Merlin, but it hardly felt, while the wind whistled in the ears and the power running through my veins, and Arthur would pay, he would learn, would suffer ...
"Merlin!" He called another voice.
Merlin raised his hand, and in the darkness of the cell formed a vortex, with all the magic that had been forced to hide and hold back all those years that was freed, she takes it, Arthur was now pressed against the back wall , shaken by the wind, and kept shouting something that Merlin could not hear.
How dare, as he had the courage to claim that Merlin had offered! It was his, and he had given and had been rejected, and now he needed wanted to order it?
"Merlin, enough! Stop! "
It was not his servant. It was di Non. His Il.. Servo!
"MERLIN! The're doing it wrong! "
Panting furiously, Merlin could only just see Arthur.
He was afraid, and Merlin saw, as if time slows down for him to see what he did, a drop of blood fall from the upper lip of ruby (it was bitten? It was the wind? It was Merlin?) On the jacket.
His breath painfully tightening in the chest and suffered all his power was called back, reabsorbed, calmed down until the cell did not feel even a breeze.
"God, thank you." He heard the guy muttering in the next cell over the increasingly dim roar of his blood. Her face pale and distorted
Arthur was the last thing he saw. The blood on his lips, and then everything was black.

The floor beneath him was the stone that was used to, but his head was throbbing like it was not long ago.
"- for four years and seven months." He was saying a voice similar to that of the boy but more distant. "After a while you get used to."
"I do not see As. "answered the voice of Arthur, because Arthur was! He was not dead! He feared that he was really dead? He had been afraid that ... She had hurt her, she remembered with a start choking Merlin. He had scared. "It must be terrible."
"You should not tell me, your Highness."
Even with eyes closed Merlin realized that now the other two were watching.
"E 'wake up." He said the boy.
Merlin shook his head as if to say no, that was not true, the last thing I wanted was to be awake, but in doing so he realized that his eyes were already open.
"You wake up." He repeated Arthur, when he was able to distinguish near his cell. Only that there was a cell. He was leaning against a wall, but there were no bars, and Arthur was beside him, crouched, and he could reach out and touch it .... When her hand closed on the forearm of Arthur, remembered him as alive and warm, close as she had dreamed, the air went out of the lungs as if holding its breath for months.
"I thought I was dead." Arthur said seriously, his eyes digs a hole in it. "I had to pull out."
was out.
"You fell like you've been cut legs. Your magic ... This is really dangerous. "
" Did he - "She tried to talk with Merlin hoarse voice. He swallowed. "Did it hurt." He was afraid even to say, and saw star gazing to find hidden wounds as Arthur, and now his hand had closed on her wrist, pulling it closer.
He stopped immediately, breathless.
"Shh." Muttered Arthur floor. "It was nothing." It was he gently shook her hand. Merlin
closed his eyes. He felt exhausted and confused, and it was with great joy that he heard the boy start to talk.
"I know that Merlin will give you all the power you might need. I saw little of what he can do, "she hesitated as an afterthought, it was clear in his voice a deep affection" Almost nothing. But I know that would make a difference in the war. The problem, if you allow me, Your Highness, is to ask. I do not think that the magic of Merlin has particular qualms to be a weapon for your arm, but ye have not accepted when it was offered. "
" I did not need. "Arthur replied dryly, but he seemed more tired, irritated and still had the hand of Merlin in his close.
"Forgive me, but you have despised and rejected, and now I demand it. Not the best way to keep an ally. "
" And you may know, knight, who are you to give such sage advice? "In addition to the mockery in his voice was clear a certain amount of curiosity . Merlin
ventured to open his eyes, and saw at once to what the boy was torn between obedience due to Arthur and his vote.
"He promised not to tell." Spoke up then.
Arthur looked back at him in surprise, then with even more curiosity turned back to the other. "You promised not to tell your name?"
"Yes, Your Highness." Nodded the boy. He went to the bars as to ensure that the best he saw Arthur's face. "But I also promised not to betray the trust of those who commands me. Therefore, if you want ... "
Arthur nodded. Merlin shook his hand as if to encourage him to not ask anything, but it served little.
"You are a knight."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"And you're guilty of treason. But you're not a knight of Camelot, or I would remember you ... You are the goods? North O? No, do not look like the North at all. Of land in the West, perhaps? "
" the reign of King Mark. "Quietly replied the boy.
certainly said nothing to the name Merlin, Arthur, but he stopped, thought, then stiffened and began to nod. "Oh, sure." He murmured. "Now I remember."
Knight seemed to have already put in account, because he shrugged with infinite sadness and seemed to force himself not to retreat, even if the whole body screamed him.
"You are a long way from home, Sir Tristram."
Again, the name does not say anything to Merlin. But Arthur had to know a lot more of him because he looked the other to look for some sign of recognition, and bent mouth suddenly felt as if an infinite penalty.
The boy took a few deep breath and grabbed the bars as if he trusted his leg. "I did not hear my name a long time."
Arthur nodded. "I remember you. Very good. My father still is not happy to have agreed to punish anyone on behalf of another King ... I remember that you have arrived in shackles, is not it? Escorted by two guards. You are very different. "
Tristan gave a half smile," hardly any physical benefit to a prison. "Arthur frowned
eyebrows, remembering. "Prison for life, is not it? And shame on your name. And she, but she - "
" Please, your Highness. "Tristan stopped him softly" I do not want you to know where you are. I do not know if I could resist. "
all three were silent, each absorbed in his thoughts.
Merlin was almost overwhelmed by his last hours, and felt estranged from outside the cell to see as much as to feel the hand of Arthur in his hot. It did not seem even his life, but a story that had suddenly changed the main characters: Arthur was beside him, no more than iron bars, and held him by the hand, the guy in the cell next door had a name and a degree, no longer belonged to him alone but the world was real.
"Merlin." He called Tristan, making him collect his thoughts "You should rest a bit '."
Merlin turned to Arthur as if waiting for his permission, and he shook his hand in return for more strong. "I can go." He said without intonation of voice.
"No." Tristan intervened before Merlin could open his mouth, "Please stay. Should I still ask you something, if I may be permitted. "
Arthur not even a second thought. Merlin knew that the story of the boy had hit him and so his ways. If someone was willing to appreciate a sincere loyalty, that was Arthur. At the bottom was all he had also always wanted to be Merlin. "What do you want?"
Tristan took a deep breath, "Fighting. As my only wish, Your Highness, I would fight for Camelot, and then I can go back to prison until they die. "
" Camelot is not your homeland. "Said Arthur, puzzled.
"But Camelot is that is giving me my only chance for redemption. I wish I could fight at your side, the side of your father, so that when you talk about me you have something else to say. It 'the only time that my name is forever linked only to treason. And she ... "The voice broke, which had remained strong in spite of excitement vibrating throughout the speech," She could say that I - "
" I understand. "He hurried to interrupt Arthur. "And of course I accept." Almost furtively for a moment his eyes met those of Merlin, looking like reassurance.
Merlin was almost sure I had a thoroughly white, despite the relief that Arthur had accepted the request without requiring Tristan to speak again.
just heard the answer, in fact, Tristan remained silent and shrugged, straightening his back completely for the first time since Merlin knew him. He means that you could read the relief in his eyes: a pure relief and gratitude so total that if Merlin had not been forced to fight with Arthur, would have been more comfortable knowing there Tristan.
"Thanks." He said the only guy with a nod.
"Nothing." Arthur said, almost embarrassed for having done so much with so little. "Now," is filming now, practical as befits the son of the King "I have to take off from there. And you'll need a sword. Of armor, a horse. "
Merlin would have liked to see better (closer, for longer) Arthur who behaved back to Arthur, but he felt that they were heavy eyelids, fatigue and that made its way into every muscle ... ... in every bone in every part of his body ...

"Merlin." She whispered in his ear the gentle voice of Arthur, with just a little 'embarrassed' I can not feel my arm. "
Merlin immediately opened his eyes. Not even in sleep forgot what else he had done and where was Arthur right now, so he had no trouble figuring out just the strangeness of the situation when he found himself crouched against Arthur, pressed upon him from the knee to shoulder.
"Sorry." Mumbled. The breath of
Arthur stroked his temple Merlin with each breath. Merlin hurried away, and Arthur let him do. Both found themselves sitting on the stone floor outside the cell, Merlin, in an awkward silence and almost pained.
"I sent Gaius Sad, should take care of it until tomorrow morning and provide you with everything you need. I gave him the key armory. It is not very strong, well, that's for sure, but I could not deny him anything so simple. Poor man, he had a life like this - "If we play
, Merlin thought with dismay to the empty words of others, then agree, we play. If it is easier. Interrupted the other, and he began to speak.
"Gaius will certainly be happy to help. He has not done anything wrong, no objective evil, this I meant, of course. He is in love with the wrong girl, nothing more, and if thou hast acknowledged it will also Gaius, and will be ready to give him a hand. Maybe it was better if you did accompany anything written. For the rest, I do not think tomorrow will be really helpful. Your father did not hungry, but three years in prison three years are still locked in a cell without light or even see the good they can stretch their legs. I do not think their barking kept the strength of a knight. Not to mention - "He stopped to catch his breath.
Arthur looked at him. He seemed fascinated, and was leaning forward as if to hear better.
"can not hear you talk so much," he said softly, seriously, "For far too long."
"- not to mention, 'said Merlin with an almost desperate effort, trying to keep the voice even "What do you fight without your father noticing. I'm not trying to tell you that you should not do. The way I see it, "Arthur chained to his eyes, even if what he was talking about Merlin not required, just for nothing, even if that put him in trouble and the voice made him stumble over words and forced him to look at him in turn "to come - for as I see it, you did ... you did ... you ..." But there was nothing to do, had already begun to tremble and he felt the arrival another one of those attacks of sadness that he had hated more than any thing in there. "Good." He concluded with a single breath trembling.
"Merlin." Arthur said. It was the first really sincere (Merlin knew, knew him better than anyone else) had said that he was down in the basement for the first time, and told him so different from what they did Gwen and Tristan.
Merlin shook his head as if to say he did not know what to add, or could not.
"Why did you do?"
Now, lonely and desperate, feeling that every second that passed was another step in an army against them, Merlin felt to say what he had tried to confess from the start.
"For you." He said, in a loud voice, even if still undecided, "I did everything for you."
Arthur nodded, and shook his strongest hand, placing the index above the vein of his wrist.

"I promised my magic. If you want it. If you need them. "
Arthur raised his head from the neck line of Merlin. "You know, I do not know if we can do it, anyway."
Merlin's loosened the laces of his tunic with some difficulty. The closer face up to his head and rested her cheek on warm skin. "We should not do."
"I know." Muttered Arthur, without ceasing to pass the hands on the sides of Merlin, on his back under his shirt open. If he was pulled over, as he did so long ago that now seemed to have wanted to see Merlin.
Merlin was not sure. The magic pinch under the skin, as if ready to be released and pawing. Even Merlin was ready to see how far she could go, how far he could push it.
If there was one thing he had learned in recent months was that he should not be afraid. What was his, and was the most powerful thing on which it could rely.
was not just a magician, but he was a magician. Its magic qualified him, made him the man who could save Arthur. Now, tomorrow, every day of his life.
"I should be helping my father," continued Arthur, "I know." Resting on your legs closed
Arthur, Merlin could feel the blood pulsing of the other stronger. It was just excitement, he knew, had tried more than once and in a certain way he felt even now. He ran his hand up just to hear him belt and Arthur sospirare sul suo collo. Era qualcosa di familiare. I sospiri li ricordava.
“Ma ora abbiamo te.” Disse ancora Arthur. “La nostra arma più forte.”
Merlin annuì. Non ne era lusingato, e avrebbe voluto che Arthur pensasse a lui in modo diverso. Ma se poteva protestare su tutto il resto, su questo no. Perché era vero.
Fece scivolare la mano sotto la cintura, allentandola con l’altra. Era nervoso, e credeva che Arthur l’avrebbe notato.
“Merlin,” Mormorò Arthur quando la mano dell’altro si chiuse sulla sua erezione “Dai.” Merlin
accelerated movement. Arthur's mouth began to suck a point just below his chin, right. Just above where really liked Merlin.
"Sorry." Arthur sobbed in his ear while increasing the speed and power "I'm so sorry."
"Me too." Whispered Merlin.
Arthur's hand stopped and reversed so that both Merlin is found lying with his whole weight on him. Almost immediately began to push against him. Friction it was just nice, but Arthur was too strong and too fast, and often rubbed his leg just above.
was about to come and for Merlin was just uncomfortable.
But it was there, that Arthur was moving fast over him, puffing and shaking and that he only told the wrong things, he noticed that Merlin really love him.
She loved him because he knew that at the end of all you would have noticed the embarrassment of Merlin, and would try to do better the second time. Perhaps it would have made it there though, were too stoned to really understand each other again, but maybe the third, yes. Or the fourth. Merlin was willing to try all time in the world.
And she loved him because Arthur had never really learned not to hurt people, but Merlin was always trying to make amends, because he cared if he was hurt. Even angry, betrayed, destroyed, had come to him in the storm.
They were not perfect. Merlin had lied and was ashamed of himself, was a frightened child, Arthur was arrogant and cruel, had tried to hurt him rather than understand, was not really willing to put aside his pride. But they would learn with time.
"I'll see what I'm capable of" Merlin whispered while the other gave the final push "I'll show you how can you become the greatest king of all time."

Merlin The next morning he got up as usual, turning over on his back on rocks, as usual, looked to control the world out of the window (could not find it changed, the sky was a pale blue that had seen millions of winter mornings) and as usual, shook his head just unpleasant thoughts you are amassed.
Only this time around in the next hit something warm (it was Arthur, he knew. Every part of him already knew before he opened his eyes) in looking out he saw that the bars were between him and the window, not locked up but left him free, and had bad thoughts in the dark promises of greatness, of freedom and reconquest. And when he shook his head a heavy hand moved the hair from his forehead.
"You need a bath." Whispered Arthur in the morning light.
And so it happened, because in the morning is very similar to other Merlin stood up and took a few steps first hesitant, uncertain, and then finally out of prison euphoric. He walked into the castle as a castaway just landed: swaying, but he knew to be home and that the land was his good or evil.
met almost no one except a laundress and two guards who made a quick bow to Arthur and they ran to new commitments, and the feeling of being a ghost in a world of living went slightly when immersed in the bath of Arthur .
was a start.

"I gotta go." Arthur said he had just helped him to lie down in the bathtub "I'll just be all ready, and you will not have to do is follow me. I'll take care of everything else. "
Merlin nodded. He had not yet spoken a word since he woke up, but it seemed that Arthur would understand anyway.
About to leave the room, Arthur paused for a moment to look at him thoughtfully. Months before Merlin would have been ashamed of his nakedness frail and sick, now could not even find the strength to do something so stupid as to cover with his hands. The water cradled him, the room was warm and friendly and there was nothing else in the world that mattered.
Arthur hesitated a moment, then caught up with two strides and bent to pass in passing a hand on his cheek.
"Sorry." Muttered one last time without looking. After three seconds he was gone.

He returned less than an hour later, frowning and looking determined.
Merlin rose immediately, docile, but he felt the magic and excitement associated veins tightened.
"Let's go." Arthur said, and preceded him out of the room.
Merlin followed him to deserted corridors (background you could hear the screams of the riders and the quick steps of the people down in the square) and arcades swept by the wind, to hold back the urge to rush ahead. Incredibly
fear had withdrawn in the inner part of his stomach, causing mild nausea, but leaving him free to do what needed to be done with all possible force.
Arthur marched straight, stiff and so hard that if he bent would break.
Merlin took his hand, and when he heard the other tighten stronger smiled slightly.
"It'll be okay." Arthur said. "You'll see."

In barns Arthur pointed to a spotted horse tied up in a corner, the only one left over to Arthur's mare. "Try taking that. There has been mounting for some months, maybe we can do. "
Merlin looked at the horse with distrust. He did not like to ride and certainly not dying to be thrown. He made some progress, just to see him better, and suddenly the horse gave a whinny.
Arthur looked at him worried. "Maybe not a good idea."
"No." He agreed wholeheartedly Merlin.
The horse shook himself and gave a few kicks back when Arthur tried to get close.
"Okay," whispered Arthur, "Calm. Calm. "
me the horse was not going to make it go even one step further.
If they had lost the war because the horse unseated Arthur, Merlin thought, would not be a good story to tell.
"Leave it to me."
Arthur raised his right eyebrow, "You do not ride well even mules."
But Merlin was not longer listening. He had suddenly remembered the promise made long ago by Morgaine: A horse is always ready to wait in the stables. He must be the one. Circumventing
Arthur and paralleled the horse, that just felt His presence closer snorted and kicked.
"Hey, horse." She whispered. "It's me. Do not you recognize me? I've been waiting so long, is not it? "
The horse snorted again, less fierce.
Merlin smiled, "Good, very good. I am Merlin. You were waiting for me. "
With a final shrug resentful, probably for the waiting, the horse bent his head and let him caress Merlin.

They reached the knights of Camelot, and men on foot when they were already deployed front of the doors.
"They are waiting." Arthur said grimly.
Merlin had never seen so much metal shimmering in the midday sun, and was enchanted. Arthur insisted that he wore a coat of mail, and now he could blend into the crowd armed, physically and mentally: he felt himself part of that mass of men, impatient and uncertain, forced to stand still waiting for others to do the first move and decide of their lives.
If he knew a spell powerful enough, Merlin would protect them all. Did not recognize their faces and could only hear the tramp of horses and a few broken words, but he wanted to distinguish them and know all (who had left the walls, staring at home? Who were they thinking as they prepared that morning and what do they say as they waited to risk death?). Camelot had done so much for them, for better or for worse, and they were going to give it everything. Merlin was surprised to think that Arthur should have become a king so give their lives, even more than his father.
Arthur lifted his visor helmet and slammed his eyes to the sun. Pointed to a group of men to their right. "We ride with them. From there you'd see better and have more discretion to intervene. Although the discretion is the last thing you need to take right now. "
Merlin nodded. The thought of being forced to be separated from Arthur had worried until that moment, when he realized, and the words of the other calmed him slightly.
"And the horse?" Churches.
front of them could distinguish between Gawain and his red and blue coat, white lace Percival and his wife had definitely linked to the arm, the armor dark Kay. Owain's horse gallop, kept at bay by the squire, from a few meters back. The royal insignia gleamed in the sun later, on the left.
"There is my father." Dry said Arthur. "And I got you."
Trust was reluctant but there was, and Merlin rewarded him stroke his face making him a warm breath.
"This," Arthur laughed embarrassed "It 's been almost pleasant."
Merlin smiled. "You have not seen anything yet."
He intended to go further (nothing too, only some distraction to pass the first time) when all was silence, so that even from the back you could distinguish a cry repeated .
"Incoming!" Merlin
froze, caught by surprise, but Arthur gave him a last smile and sat resolutely down his helmet.
"Go!" He ordered his metallic voice.

Back to the second part of the fourth part

How To Wear A Grey Shirt

We dream in prison like fools (2)

Part.


There was a tree on the hill north of Camelot, with the trunk so often that Merlin would not be able to embrace everything. It must have been thriving in the warmer months, but now, despite the sun shining through the leaves of green, it looked sick.
Merlin looked at him shielding his eyes. Just what I was looking a bit 'to save himself from the shadow of sultry day.
The boy just pulled his shirt.
"What happens now?" Churches Merlin, without being really angry. The boy nodded
a pout. "What are we doing here? You promised to show me the sea. "
in seeing, Merlin suddenly felt a wave of love. To the child, for the sun, the hill, for that exact moment. He stroked the hair of the other plane, and was not surprised find the softest silk and filled with cozy warmth.
"You do not like this tree? Look how big. Watch how the leaves. You see? We can sit here and count all the leaves from the oldest to the youngest and tired. There will shadow. "
The child did not seem convinced," I like the sun. "He mumbled, but then let himself be led under the tree.
"Let's make another game." Propose soon as they were placed. "Let's give them fire."
Merlin did not have time to stay surprised that the first leaves have burned like wood chips in the fireplace. He laughed. "It's not a very nice game, poor leaves."
"Fuo-co, co-FUO, FUO-co."
"How are you doing?" The child moved slightly
, recognizing the joke. "I can do everything."
"True." Merlin said. He lay
sigh for the wonderful day, and it was not long before the children climb over him, warm and sleepy, while the corners of continued to burn leaves on leaves.
"It should not do it." I chided Arthur, sitting beside him in the shade of the tree.
"Let him do. Do not you see he's tired? Let it be a little fun. "
" spoil the whole tree. "
The child began to twist up your hair around the toes of Merlin, and Merlin smiled, reassuringly. "What do you care? Can not you see how happy he is? "
" I do not treat it as a small child. And 'dangerous. "
"For you, maybe." Merlin smiled, "Not for me. And I just want to have fun, it's a hot day like this. "
" It could have fun in other ways. "Remarked Arthur. The child slipped away from the body of Merlin, showed him the language and moved behind the tree trunk. They could no longer see him, but came his clear voice singing a lullaby.
"I do not like that there's been so long." Arthur murmured in his ear, while undid his pants, "That child is not healthy. "
" It 's just different. "Merlin said, pushing against him. "He likes the fire."
Arthur stroked his bare back. "Burning things. My father would be very bad if the tree were burned. "
" Your father never would know. "
Merlin licked a vein in the neck of Arthur, making him groan, and moved so that it can encircle with legs spread.
"You know what he said the sword?" Said the child beyond the tree.
Merlin waited until Arthur came into him, hard, and shook his head. The skin of the other slid over his flushed, sweat mixing, forcing it to open up more and more. The heat was everywhere, sweet.
"I do not know if I can tell you." Do you still hum the child.
The groans of Arthur grew heavier.
"Tell me." Merlin said. "What did the sword?"
Arthur arched and pressed against him, within him, Merlin dropped his head back and squeezed.
"In the cold, winter, the guilty will fall in love. You can not help it, Emrys. "

Arthur did not return.
The next day, however, someone walked quickly down the hall, carrying a torch that lit up swaying the stones that Merlin could see from his cell. Merlin was soon on his feet, pressed against the bars, which gave on the corridor, hoping ... knew it was not possible, but hoping
... When it appeared the red cape of Morgana, Merlin was forced to calm the breath.
"Merlin." Whispered Morgan.
was not well. He had the hollow face and eyes were wide open, as if he saw more than he could bear, and was white, so white it seems like a ghost with the torch in his hand. On its face, once so soft, the only remaining curves were soft waves of hair.
"What you have done, Merlin?" He said, and Merlin in his voice he heard a discordant note, more like a hissing sound she heard voices in his head than all the other voices. "What have you done?"
"I'm fine."
"No, not true. You should not be here. "
Merlin looked uncertain without knowing what to say. Morgana softened the look and went to the bars.
"It must all seem very unfair, poor Merlin. Imprisoned for helping Arthur, and charged with treason for having saved his life all those times. "
" You know ... "
Morgan made a careless gesture with his hand, without stopping to fix it" I saw him. In my dreams. I understood many things since ... since you have taken, Merlin. Many things have changed. "
Merlin felt cold. If Morgan had understood what they were really his dreams, then it was in danger. It was enough that he spoke with someone and that someone suspected of ... "Your dreams?"
Morgana smiled. "There is no need to worry. I take my precautions, and those who help me. "
" Gaius "asked Merlin, horrified by the danger they faced both.
Morgana smiled again, but this time seemed less determined. More restless. "No, of course, would like to put in the hands of Uther. No, I ... do you remember that boy, Merlin? That child druid? "
Her eyes shone with excitement and felt Merlin a cold shiver up the spine. He nodded.
"He speaks to me." Morgana whispered, as if revealing a secret particularly pleasing "I always see in my dreams, and tells me of things ... the stories ... stories of long ago. He told me everything about you, Emrys. "
The sound of the old religion into the mouth of Morgana Merlin startled. There was something wrong.
Morgana looked at him and smiled again. Merlin This time we saw something far more sinister in his smile. "He told me what you do. With what you have done all this time. To what you are ... unique, Emrys. Special. "
" That's not my name. "Merlin murmured.
"Do not be silly." Morgana was still smiling, but the excitement in her eyes was slightly flawed. "Merlin is not your name as much as this is not your place."
"I do not want to leave." Merlin said with more force.
"I do not want -" Morgana blinked, confused. "What does it mean? But Mordred said ... "
" Mordred? "
" He said you were just waiting for me. 'S why I came. "
Morgan seemed so confused now, and Merlin was much easier to recognize the girl who had seen every day for over a year. "Morgana ..." He called.
Morgana pointed at him his blue eyes wide open. "I came to help. You can leave. Mordred will be waiting for you, so you can fulfill your destiny. "
"What?" What's happening? Merlin thought frantically, what did he say? "I ... Morgana, is not my destiny. Do not even know who this Mordred! "
" But you know, is the baby. Mordred is the name that the ancient religion has woven for him. "
" What are you saying? Where did you hear - "The idea that the child had free access to the minds of Morgana Merlin hit like a fist. The same child who would be the ruin of Arthur. "Morgana. Listen to me. " He prayed.
Morgan shook his head as if he did not understand what he meant, but he remained silent. Merlin will press against the bars. "Listen to me. My destiny is in no way linked to that of that child, as it is not yours. "
" He told me ... "
" No! Listen, please, do not have to listen to what you say. Do you understand? Please, is not true at all, you're just using it. "
Morgan shook his head again, more firmly this time" Your destiny is to unify the domain of Camelot and restore the Old Religion. Mordred will help you. "
Merlin felt that the panic was fast flowing in his veins. "No!" Almost screamed "No, is the fate of Arthur"
"Arthur?" For a moment it seemed that not even remember who it was Morgana Arthur. Then he seemed infinitely sorry. "Oh, I also would like to. I hoped for from the moment I saw that he was not like his father. Instead you saw, it did not do anything. "
"Arthur is different."
"Arthur is a good guy, but not strong enough. Do not you understand? We need your power, your magic. Arthur is weak. I've seen what happens in Camelot, where Arthur will rise to the throne. "He was like a shiver, and darkened her eyes as if remembering something so terrible to not be able to repeat. "Mordred has shown me the future. If you could see him understand. Arthur is not strong enough, but you are. I came to tell you that you are not alone, at any time you have a horse ready saddled to bring in the woods, where Mordred is waiting for you. It 's so grown up in recent months ... "The enthusiasm
mother in the words of Merlin Morgana shudder even more.
"Morgana ..."
"You may go, is not it? Your magic was not affected by the prison? "
" Morgana! "Merlin saw that he had shouted after having done so. The girl looked at him apprehensively. "Arthur and I ... we ..."
Morgana stared at him a moment, without saying anything, then stepped back, "I wish it could be so. But Arthur is not strong enough to understand and really you should essertene noticed. Did you hear what he said Sword. "
" What ... "
" No matter, you will have time to think. I will always be here, the horse will always be in the stables, and I know that Mordred will be waiting. We all await you, Emrys. "
Merlin barely had time to say" No one should wait, "she had already left, leaving a scent of sandalwood and jasmine in the air, that Merlin knew Gwen distilled for her, and the torch.
"It 's very beautiful." Said the boy was gone as soon as Morgana.
Merlin nodded, leaning wearily against the wall. "It is not right."
"I had not noticed. I had already seen. E 'changed much. I met his father, a good man. Very brave. "
" You were a knight? "
The boy nodded. Merlin was not surprised at all, something in the way of moving the other, in his speak, had already averglielo said.
"What he spoke when he asked the sword? ... A sword that speaks? "
Merlin shook his head" I have not the slightest idea. "He lied. He was so accustomed to lie about things like that, only after doing so realized the futility. Who could tell the other guy, anyway?
"What do you know of a lover guilty?" He asked.
"What?"
"E '... a kind of prophecy. Who comes to mind Camelot? At least I think it's Camelot. "
They stood in silence for a few seconds, looking both to reason, and then he smacked his lips, disappointed. "The only one I can think of is Uther. It must be him. No one has seen a man more in love with his wife, and has been for the death of Igraine who is guilty of many crimes. "
Merlin shuddered. The prophecy
then ... "Do not you think of anyone else?"
The boy shook his head seriously. "You should ask someone else, is quite time I do not know the facts of Camelot. But if this prophecy were to cover the King ... am I right in thinking that does not lead to anything good? "
Merlin swallowed" many reasons. "

The first few nights he had spent in prison for the Merlin had seemed completely silent. Gaius was used to the snoring or heavy breathing of Arthur, to the sounds of the forest when sleeping or heading out of the castle awoke at dawn, the steps of the guards along the wall and the laughter in the distance from the tavern. The first few nights in prison seemed to have been encased in a cocoon of cotton wool, or being the last man left on earth.
Now, however, when left lying with their eyes wide open to the complete darkness could very well hear again many small sounds: the patter of rats along the walls, the wind passing through the stones, and all movements, however small, that the boy was asleep. But the sense of suffocation and loneliness could not move at all.
Arthur had made noise was loud even when muted anger, his mere presence had the ears of Merlin buzz with thoughts and fears and hopes, all very noisy.
Now Arthur had gone really.
The silence of the night without first Arthur bounced on the walls and stirred as something alive inside the skin of Merlin. It was still so angry that he refused even to look at the corridor, but remained tense and desperate until it was night.
The second night the boy tried to speak, as always kindly, but Merlin was not able to respond. In the silence that followed could be heard only the nails of Merlin crawling against the bars. The third
Merlin did not feel well. Perhaps he was sick, could not hold anything in my stomach: the sun was down just leaned against the wall with one hand and threw up everything, then crouched trembling up to the bars so that the boy could stroke his hair. Did not open his mouth.
The fourth night he lay on the ground with his face toward the window. The fever made him sweat trickles hot, although he felt a chill, and was too tired and sore to even think. He coughed trying to do it as quietly as possible, that the boy did not want to worry too much and began to speak. The silence of the absence of Arthur still had a particular sound.
The morning after a night spent listening to the rain beat furiously against the window, wrapped in a shroud as covered in the one he had, he coughed more loud as he could when they came to bring food. He coughed until he hurt his throat and threw the piece of bread she had chewed a little earlier.
The guards exchanged between them a look, then the highest muttered "I'll take another blanket."
Merlin as a response had another coughing fit.
They left carrying away the bowls.
"He knows that you love him?" The boy asked.
That seemed so trivial and obvious, so far away from anything that Merlin could feel at the moment. The blacksmith and his wife loved each other, Gwen e Lancelot, il Re e la Regina Igraine. Non lui e Arthur, mai.
Merlin si rifiutò di rispondere.

“Stai meglio.” Disse il ragazzo quando Merlin si svegliò dalla prima notte senza né tosse né brividi. Non aveva più fatto cenno a quello che aveva detto il giorno prima.
Nelle ultime ore il tempo era peggiorato, Merlin guardò la finestra con apprensione. “Non mi piacciono i temporali.”
“Hai paura?”
“Non… non mi sento a mio agio. Non si sa mai dove colpiscono i fulmini.”
“Ma we are indoors. "
" It's not rational . It 's just a feeling. "
" He knows? "
Merlin does not even attempt to pretend not to understand who the other was referring. "If you know that I do not like? Sure. Before we - he - did not go out hunting when a storm seemed to come close. Not even he loves them very much. "
" Maybe it comes. "
was too dark because Merlin was able to distinguish the expression of the other, yet he was almost certain that the same kidding. He clasped his arms around the body. "No, I do not think."
"You do not know."

The storm began to unspecified one hour of the night. The rain stopped falling but the wind blew for a few minutes as if the walls bend, and then a glow illuminated the cell.
Merlin was not able to close my eyes, but in the light suddenly saw that the other was not sleeping. They stared for a second and Merlin saw the surprise in the eyes of others, which must have seemed very frightened.
The boy said something, but the words were covered by the thunder. O
the temperature had dropped suddenly in the basement or Merlin was about to die, because he felt he did not have so cold in his life, and he felt so weak, dull ache everywhere. The sky was dark and swollen, but that was not what really frightened him.
was the feeling of danger, instability, insecurity. He felt the need to curl up in a protected place to protect them from the sky that threatened to raze everything, but could not do it here and felt exposed. The storm was the enemy who would know more unpredictable and filled him with terror dumb, and only to be discovered.
In an instant, the rain began to fall with violence, to storm the palace and Merlin feverish inside.
On the floor of the cell was forming a puddle of water and Merlin was forced to crawl against the opposite side, away from the guy who tried to distinguish in the dark, attached to the bars.
Another flash enabled him to see that he had stretched out my hand to him. The thunder covered everything he wanted to say, and this time it was closer and more violent. Much closer.
Merlin had never felt so abandoned all his life. Gaius
Where? Why not come to see what happened? They had told him he was ill. He must have known that there was nobody to take care of him, had to know that the fever showed no signs of going down and that it was cold and tired and felt sick everywhere and had done nothing to deserve to stay there all my life. The wind blew stronger and the rain fell with more violence.
And his mother? How could he believe it was gone? Where? He could not do it alone! No one had ever said it would be so difficult, that his life had to go to pay for the mistakes that were not his fault! The back was the
evil, he could not stop shaking and he was tired and just wanted to get someone could say that he felt going to die, that he was afraid and could not remember why he should go ahead.
A flash lit up the cell again and this time he had fallen so close that if Merlin had closed his eyes would certainly be able to feel the smell of burning. Covers his ears before the thunder came after, because there was not much anyone who looked, except for a guy just as he was.
He knew immediately that it was in his head when he heard a voice whisper above the hum of his ears and the rain falling. "Even the sky is coming to free you, Emrys." Said the boy. "Stop being so faithful to those who do not deserve your power. You've offered, and was not accepted. It 's time that you realize who you really are. "
Another thunder accompanied the item.
"The time of Uther is over, and the time of Prince Arthur will never come, it is not written. It will be your time, Emrys, and our magic, ready to reign as twenty years ago. It makes no sense that you oppose. We're waiting. "
The cold subsided caressed the ear as the words of Merlin, while the sound of rain and the hiss of the wind did nothing to cover it, but rather enhances it, inserting pauses.
"We are preparing for your coming. Just one of your sign, the kingdom of Pendragon is now winding down and your imprisonment is the ultimate crime they have done. We are ready. Did not you hear the Sword? The fall in love. "
" One of my sign? "Merlin shouted, closing his eyes with strength to be able to drive out the" I do not want to leave! Enough? Simply as a sign? I - Belong - to - Arthur "The thunder
strongest he had ever felt compelled to press Merlin blindly against the wall of the cell, while the child was still speaking in his head.
"He does not want you. But you, Emrys, I promise. It will be yours forever tied to your bed and the wrist, I'll give creeping, if you want. "
" I do not want, "cried Merlin, his eyes still shut, trying to drown out the storm" I I will not! "
" He can not understand you. Do you consider yourself a monster, a mistake, something to lock up and close, do not ... you ... want ... "His voice trailed off, and then suddenly there was only silence.
Merlin was a few seconds to listen to the rain yet, but she also beat slower, and did not feel like thunder. Slowly, he decided to open his eyes. With a torch
half off, standing in front of the bars, Arthur looked at him.
"I knew you were not at ease." It was the first thing he said, looking hard, but through the weight nervously from foot to foot. Merlin
Before he could realize it, had issued painfully restrained from the air when the rain began, and in doing so a tear heavy right eye had fallen on the upper lip. Immediately tried to wipe it with his sleeve dirty, but touching the wet on his cheek did the rest. In a moment, sobbing uncontrollably, and felt his chest threatening to break under the weight of relief, immense, anger, sadness and abandonment that he hoped not to have to hear anymore.
"Where were you?" She screamed and cried so hard that they can no longer hear the rain "Where have you been up to now? "
The cry seemed to take Arthur by surprise. He blinked and frowned uncertain but not stepped back.
How could you? Merlin would have liked to ask, but could not speak, could only cry desperately strong, upset sobs, unable to breathe, for him, Arthur, for them, as it could have been.
remained like that, Merlin cried angrily all the tears that had Arthur and beyond the cell to look for an infinite time, while outside the storm showed no signs of ending. Then Arthur sat down slowly on the ground and let the torch fall off on the wet floor.
"You were wrong." He said, when her sobs became Merlin just jerks.
Merlin swallowed, tried to say something, then shook his head because his throat was scratched as full of sand. He nodded.
"You've got a fever. And cough. "
Merlin still said nothing, simply pull the nose up slightly.
"I'll send you another blanket."
The darkness hid her face again and the expression of Arthur, Merlin preventing once again to pretend that things were different. The presence of Arthur, seen in the dark, it was completely different from the quiet breathing of the boy beyond the bars. It was stronger and more alive and vibrant for the inconvenience, and things missing.
"Gaius is well, has not yet taken another apprentice."
Merlin would have given anything to be able to see his face. He did not answer, it had nothing to say. He sought only to ensure that neither the anger inside of him for what the other had done or relief to hear him again take over.
"Since you - since - since you're gone appear aged. Maybe I'm just advancing years. Perhaps because the job is too can do it all alone. Should I insist on taking another apprentice. "
" Go. "Merlin said quietly.
Even in the darkness and silence Merlin could hear the surprise in Arthur, anger, and then the effort because this would disappear. "What," asked Arthur, educated.
"Go." Merlin sighed again, and did not say anything until the other had gone really, with heavy footsteps that sounded the halls of stone.

Arthur returned a week later. The guards had done to bring blankets and a dirty wool coat for both Merlin and I was really grateful, because the cold is not even mentioned to give him a bit 'of truce, and he knew that he would soon have to learn some magic spell to keep warm.
The boy was coughing a bit 'more often than usual, but some days when the sun rose on a cold but blue sky, seemed almost cheerful. "She," he once said, "His eyes are of that color."
Merlin was not able to find the courage to ask him had happened. Like a sword of Damocles over their heads, the fate of the girl with blue eyes and the contempt which had been in the eye of Arthur and Merlin still feared to review were never appointed.
But Arthur came one evening in December, windswept, with only a torch and put it away, but that brought Merlin to see his expression fixed and almost decided.
"It 's your birthday." He said.
Merlin was briefly banned "No."
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Yes it is."
"No, is not true. "
" I remember very well that last year this time, did you ask permission of an afternoon to celebrate - "
" Gwen's birthday. "
" Oh. "Arthur seemed offended, almost sorry, by mistake. Merlin could not understand why. Compared to the results that had taken their relationship, not to remember his birthday was really an oversight negligible.
The thought of that day a year ago, when he and Gwen had gone on a tour of the market, he obviously wrong.
"I I was born in June. "
" I'll remember. "
It made no sense either that Arthur said this. As far as I knew, as he was interested, as he had done, Merlin could have died there in June.
"... Gwen is a sweet girl."
Merlin tried to decipher in the eyes of Arthur something like madness or sarcasm. Found none, so he nodded slightly, despite all the talk now was putting uncomfortable "It is."
He seemed to play a game which he did not know the rules, and when Arthur said, as if speaking over a cup of cider "It seems very distracted lately. She and Morgan seem to have offices, even if the thought ... it's amazing, is not it? Yet it is. "Merlin could not help feel cheated, as if the other knew of the physical need to hear him speak and he is playing with him.
"I'm tired." He said then, and waited for Arthur to go away taking away the torch.
When they were alone again, the boy coughed slightly.
"It must feel very lonely." He said with a trace of real compassion in his voice, more than Merlin could accept "With no one to talk to."
"I do not care." Answered Merlin .

"It 's got a letter from your mother for Gaius." Arthur said the next day, regardless of the breath that had been severed in the chest of Merlin.
His mother.
"He's fine. It 's a bit worried about you, but Gaius told you that you're seeing on a visit to the northern lands, and now seems to have calmed down enough. All right for you? "
Merlin had no intention of responding to a question so cruel, so e-education and coldness. Not Arthur. He tried to remove the image of his mother, treasuring them for when he was alone, and there was strength not to scream.
Arthur looked at him for a few seconds, how about adding something on the subject, then swallowed noisily and sat back down on the cold floor of the cell.
"Things with the other riders do not go well." Attacked. Seemed to be talking to himself, but every so did the pause as if expecting that Merlin intervene, and when the other did not fall instead spoke more forcefully. "They say the storm is in the air in the air, everybody says, the village do not talk about anything else. My father has called Geoffrey, but it seems that the study of the sky has not produced results and that we should not wait more than a little 'wind. Yet people fail to convince. "
" Probably, "said Merlin," Do not speak of the time. "
It was not clear who was more surprised with the two, if he had spoken to Merlin and Arthur as the other had really responded. The prince smiled, Merlin did not think that even to reciprocate, and then nodded thoughtfully. "If only I knew what it means really." He murmured. Merlin
But that day had no other advice to give.

"Morgana is going crazy."
was a week and a half that went on those meetings absurd. Arthur arrived, always a little 'less tense than last time but still a bit' tired, sat down and began to speak.
Merlin had to fight the urge to scream, cry, tell him to never return, and to plead against that, to smile, pretend it never happened. Within him his magic vibrated and he crouched at the foot of Arthur every time it reached the other.
At night the nightmares of Merlin dropped and the baby he just hushed whispers and caresses.
"I do not know how to describe it. He is not sleeping, has these huge purple circles, his face so pale. Gwen is also beside himself with worry. Nobody says it, but we're all afraid that sooner or later do something silly. My father ... he really loves her, and I know that will do anything to help her, but she ... I do not pretend it exists, and does not intend to speak more with either Gwen or with Gaius, but my father is still something different. Hates it. I'm not exaggerating, I hate it. Some mornings ... it seems that most do not even bear the sight. I tried to understand why, but I ... "
Arthur looked away for a moment your eyes off the cloak of Merlin (which had kept him focused all the time) to meet his eyes for a moment. Then the ridistolse now "... I do not know what we've done so severe. "
The story of Merlin, imprisoned for life without trial for no fault of his, was among them as clear as if it were written in letters of fire, but neither said anything.
"It 's crazy, and none of us say it but I know we're all afraid."
"I do not believe that Morgan is nothing left to do." Merlin whispered, and shivered both.
The child smiled sweetly in her head.

"I do not trust Morgana."
Arthur Merlin looked into his eyes, as a challenge to say something, but Merlin said neither did anything.
Sometimes the desire to make her pay was too much, more than he could bear. Sometimes it was the only thing I could think of, until the anger turns into despair with a mournful prayer, a continual 'Why, why me, how could you, after all that you said' not leave him in peace.
Arthur had endured in those last few weeks without a comment silences and monosyllables, without changing tone or expression, and above all keep coming back.
"The missed you." He once told the boy.
Merlin had heard up the bile throat, pain.
There were other times when Merlin had a difficult night, or maybe you just felt sadder and more alone, and then the very presence of Arthur was a balm, his words stroked his head and all that had to do was listen.
And then, ultimately increasing frequency, there were times like this, in which he tried to be helpful in spite of everything, because he was Arthur, Merlin, and he, and the story went like this.
"Nobody trusts Morgan. Gawain has asked that she be given an armed guard as an escort, outside the its rooms. My father thinks it is concerned that she might commit suicide. That 's what worries me. In fact, all believe that sooner or later kill him. "
" And you? "
Arthur seemed really growing tired. He put his head in his hands in a gesture of weakness that Merlin had not seen for a long time. "I want to help her, Merlin. I would like to go, you do not have more to look into the eyes. "
" Do not you think he will go soon? "
was the idea that Merlin was made of the whole situation. Morgana sure, sooner or later, would travel to reach its Mordred.
"Never too early." Arthur said, his back helpless.

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We dream in prison like fools (1)

Hello! Another story, after so long, wonderfully participant Big Bang Italy, run to take a look!
Title: We dream in a prison like fools.
Fandm: Merlin.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur / Merlin
Warnings: Slash, a little 'violence, death of a main character (either Arthur or Merlin), Au.
Word Count: about 23,400
Summary: Merlin is only too happy to Camelot. Just a little distraction, and everything he has built collapses: Arthur discovers his magic and was destroyed by the betrayal, does jail, in a dark, cold cell, without being able to receive visits of Gaius and only occasionally seeing Gwen is forced to Arthur painfully endure a furious and filled with dreams of a child with blue eyes, Merlin will find the only solace in a strange cellmate, a knight with a mysterious past love. But while he is in prison for Camelot times are dark. Morgan also receives nocturnal visits of the child, that speaks of a future very different from the reign of Uther ...
Notes: Something goes random, not I saw the second series, not even a bet, then certainly there will be no spoilers, I'd like not even in the comments ^ ^. The story is set in the first series, in an alternate reality (forget the death of Gwen's father, among other things, and dell'Excalibur created by Dragon). There is a citazioncina of Prevert, a hundred points to whoever finds. Thanks
immense total mystofthestars , beta extraordinary and very fast. More thanks to skyearth85 for the beautiful cover.
Fanart: http://pics.livejournal.com/skyearth85/pic/0000c3ez/g8 of skyearth85

"It 's been stuck ?" Arthur
let fly a look of pure hatred towards Merlin. Merlin raised his hands quickly.
"Do not look at it that way." Promptly spoke Morgana "I was too loyal."
Merlin had been very loyal, in fact, not only because he feared any repercussions. He had not said anything to anyone (even Gwen, who now looked at him with an eyebrow raised) because when Arthur ridiculed hard to laugh about it. The most of the time they remained terrified or let the anger take over, and for such a stupid thing like that sword Merlin did not want to hurt him.
"Was not he told me. I saw her, Arthur. It 's a bit hard not to notice. "
" I know. "Arthur replied dryly.
Morgan leaned pensively at the table, before retiring in horror. "There's something sticky here!"
"I was eating." Snorted Arthur, Merlin and was in complete agreement with him. He would clean if he had the time, but Gwen and Morgana had entered without knocking, as usual, catching both totally unprepared.
"Mh. All right. Look, what you gonna do? Why is not really hidden. "
" It 's quite a view, in fact. "Merlin commented, trying to help" Tomorrow will be the sight of all. "
" My father already asked what it is. "ventured Gwen" If you could speak and ask - "
" No. "hissed Arthur, without getting up from his chair.
was strange, he thought Merlin, how he managed to dominate a room as the only sitting. Although the room was also Morgana. The same
Morgan, wiping his hand with excessive force really the dress, shook his head with pity.
"I wish you were not such an idiot."
"Thank you, Morgana. You are always very helpful. "
Everybody was silent a moment, looking for something to be said that it was not an insult and could be even slightly of encouragement in that situation. Merlin
she again to see Arthur. The prince sat abandoned on the back, her eyes fixed stubbornly to the right, as far as possible from the elegant shape of Morgana. If that look's stubbornness was able to cover the anger (Arthur was furious with himself for having allowed such a thing happen stupid) and inadequate, Merlin would have laughed. And so.
When he realized that Excalibur was still really stuck, he could not hold back a laugh. It was funny that the image of Arthur snorted struggling against the mud. It was also funny when he started to rain and the mud had covered the boots that would clean up after Merlin, Arthur's and blond hair were attached to the front to the rain and sweat as he continued to pull cursing. Everything had become much less fun when Arthur turned around and looked at him angrily.
"Do you have fun?" She screamed as the murmur of water, managing to seem even betrayed.
Merlin was quick to shake his head "Do you want a hand?"
"You think you do better than me?" He shouted Arthur again, "Sit!"
Merlin had watched the situation with a critical eye, slightly tarnished by the water that's now penetrated even under clothing.
After working with Merlin, Arthur's sword had driven his father, who had only 'borrowed' after she broke her in the soft ground between two stones whitish down to four fingers below the hilt . And there had been a sword. Perhaps the earth was some kind of special, soft swords in welcoming and ready to harden.
Merlin had made an attempt with all the strength she had, and have also tried to help a bit ', if Arthur had not controlled like a hawk over his shoulder. So
Excalibur had remained in the rock.

"I could blame it on Merlin." Arthur said grimly.
"Hey," said Merlin.
"Oh yes, Arthur. Good idea, just whip your slave to death, is the fastest way to solve all your problems. "
Arthur snorted, but gave him a quick nod to Merlin, which was interpreted as a sort of apology.
that Merlin had not even thought about half a second that the other would.
knew that Arthur was in agony every practice Morgana second that went into that room, trying to help him overcome an error so stupid as ridiculous. The fact that it was so ridiculous it was an insurmountable problem from the viewpoint of Arthur.
If it were stained with murder, he probably would have confessed everything without even blinking, agreeing with the stupidity of a resolute martyr whatever punishment his father had decided for him. But ridicule, be so ridiculous in front of Uther he did turn over in his sleep.
"We could break it." Propose Merlin.
Gwen shook her head sadly "You can not break it, as if it were clay. We could ask my father to merge, at least get rid of there in the middle. "
" We - "Arthur said in a voice low and dark" We will not do anything. And it's not. A. Word. Con. None. E 'right? "
" Arthur. "Morgana He called softly. Arthur, suspicious, turned its attention once more. "There are practically tripped over, and I immediately recognized the sword of Uther. How do you think there will any of the riders to do the same? And it is that you have committed some what crime, for heaven's sake! You are just stuck a stupid sword. "
Arthur's eyes dart.
"It would have happened to anyone." Gwen added, with a sweet smile.
"In a few days if they do not remember any more." He finished Merlin.

Eventually, Arthur decided that the next day was going to confess all to his father, and she had promised not to assist and agreed to leave.
Merlin and Arthur were left alone in the room suddenly very quiet and Arthur had passed his hands nervously on his face.
"How fool all of this, from one to ten? "Merlin
ventured a smile, took a rag and began to wipe the table. "An eight deserves it more."
Arthur grabbed his wrist, without the least effort. "You're frozen."
Merlin snorted.
They were both pretty tired at that point of the day, after being something like three hours outside in the torrential rains of October to try to remove the sword from the stone, and wet and cold had penetrated to the bones of Merlin.
fingers inaccurate Arthur drew small circles above the wrist of Merlin, until he decided to leave the towel and stretched out his hand. Arthur shook his. "You should change you."
"It 's exactly what I wanted to do, before Morgana and Gwen break here."
"Think of the scandal." Arthur smiled, a little' feebly. "You, naked in my bed, and Morgan -"
"Why I should be in your bed for a change?"
Arthur made a face, as he always did when he realized he had gone a bit 'and have lost more than the usual superiority he had on Merlin (even when they went to bed together). She grabbed his forearm, forcing him to bow down to him. "I would have thrown us."
"It 's the way you tell me what I want?"
Neither of them had actually forces to the usual games, so Merlin was, as always, to give first . He leaned forward just a little 'more, and pressed a kiss on the lips chapped snap of the other.
Arthur found it degrading.
"You suck."
"It was just ..." He tried Merlin's protest, but smiled.
"Come here."
Merlin obediently turned away from the table, and instead of getting closer to Arthur went to lie down on the bed. Arthur looked at him with a trace of amusement in the expression tired. "You have decided to skip all the foreplay?"
"As if you really know what they are. And 'I'm too tired to stand. "
Arthur raised an eyebrow, but he had already risen to join him. "You would not have stood for long."
"What delicacy."
When they were both on the bed, laid her head on his chest Arthur Merlin. "Mh. It 'been a long, long day. "
Merlin passed up a hand through his dusty hair of the other, and sighed. It was her favorite part of the day, any day, but did not want to say really.
slowly took off his shirt, passing from the head. Arthur raised his arms lazily. His shoulders were so smooth and polished that Merlin could not not have a light hand. He slowly stripped
with listless, imitating gestures that repeated itself a month but they had dreamed and remembered so many times to print in mind.
Merlin as he often thought it would end. There was always thinking. He did nothing but wait, somehow, that Uther finds out that Gwen or over to watch them every once in a strange way it addressed, or that Morgan came in at an inopportune time.
Arthur kissed her side, lay in bed, by slowly passing the language along the lines of his hip.
Merlin would never want that Arthur was suffering like that. But sometimes, strange, sad times, she thought it would be like if the world discovered him and Arthur were not imported. Arthur
When pressed with a finger behind him, Merlin moaned more out of habit than anything else, because it was too soon. Arthur just pulled back.
"Do not pretend, you idiot."
And then he showed him why he did not need to pretend, with his fingers, his tongue, with his whole being. After
stopped to catch his breath thrown at random on top of each other. Merlin began to stroke her hair up, as if nothing had happened. "A bath?" Propose.
The other was dropped against the backrest. "You have incredibly good ideas."
"Sometimes."
"Few, lucky sometimes."
both smiled.
"Maybe I would agree to go to confession now." Muttered Arthur moments later.
Merlin shook his head, smiling again. One night was all he needed to put things applied: very dark and nobody around. Take a sword from the stone would have been a breeze compared to most of the things he had done recently for Arthur.
"Maybe tomorrow things will be arranged by themselves." He said. "It can happen." He added quickly, because Arthur began to scrutinize it carefully.
"How could this happen?"
Merlin did not have much fear, actually. It was almost a year by Arthur, opposite Arthur beside him at every step, and the fear of being discovered as it was removed, while seated in the daily lives of Camelot. Some days the magic practiced without thinking even once the executions, he was so accustomed to look around, to be wary that it was as if he had forgotten why. In addition, it was about to be discovered for more than once, and had never happened. Was hard to believe it could happen really.
smiled, just a bit 'nervous. "You never know."

He had left the rooms of Arthur at ten, he had rested a few hours and when the guards were given the exchange rate, just below his window, he was ready to slip out of the castle .
The moon as always made full justice to the stones of Camelot, by painting shadows and light and the darkness away from the tower where his king was sleeping. Merlin could not not look at it every time, because it would always be a bit 'strange, but so in love.
scampered down the cobbled street on your right, quickly passing the first houses, and then right again, up to a small grassy area just inside the walls.
For some reason, the open space had been inhabited even though it was included in the walls, and beyond, was also a bit wild, with white rocks placed at random on the ground and weeds sprouted in tufts rough. Between two stones whitish, under the light of the new moon shone the hilt of Excalibur, immobile since Arthur had pushed her inside.
Merlin walked a few steps.
Uther was understandable that held so much to the sword, the hilt was just beautiful, inlaid with words that Merlin did not understand and with laurel leaves, so finely crafted and yet so strong in every corner. Merlin did not know what to do, but would love to keep it, only to watch it every now and then. It was the kind of sword with which he imagined Arthur reigned.
reached out a hand, until he heard that his magic is spread over the sword in the sword, and by the sword to the land that held her captive. Merlin frowned, trying to make sure that the heat and the power of magic continued to fall to the ground to force the release.
The sword glowed in the night, as if the fire inside, and then the land was to shine a bright blue. Merlin smiled. He liked it and drew the color of his magic when tingling in his hands and went to rest where he decided.
As soon as the ground was ready, it was also Merlin. Whispered a few broken phrases, then held his breath welcoming the familiar tingle that took the breast, and in a moment he was ready to release it. Just before doing so, however, the sword spoke in his head. He did so with woman's voice, almost singing.
"The cold winter, the blame will fall in love. You can not help it, Emrys. "
And then, even Arthur spoke behind him.
"Take it." He said.

"Arthur." He said Merlin, but it was useless and he knew it just fine.
He remained motionless while the bound, immobile while blocking arms behind his back, yet still when he recognized the sheer terror with which he approached Ireland, with whom he had joked that every time the other had the watch and He returned from the rooms of Arthur.
"Ireland." He called the plan.
Ireland had closed his eyes, as if Merlin could entrargli in the head and already was doing.
"Let alone! "He shouted the other guard, and Merlin was reminded the other day that had brought him herbs to promote sleep in her baby born recently. Not that it mattered.
He had hurt their wrists, but Merlin had not said anything because she had nothing to say, and also because he was afraid to be his even more evil. Arthur had called again, and dragged him inside, but only twice when he was knocked down and could not get up.
He thought, 'How am I going to do know his mother?' And thought he had threatened to drop it a third time while was dragged through the corridors outside, but he knew, was sure to have already traveled more than once. Only now do not remember.

was not to be, that Merlin was the first thing he thought when he woke up an hour or a day after he had been captured. The second was 'Arthur'.
And the third, of course, was 'Run'. Every vein, every muscle and every bone yelled to escape.
He opened his eyes to the vaulted ceilings of the dungeons of Camelot, and found that it was in a cell that had not even ever seen, more dark than any other, but closed only on three sides by iron bars. The light came in through a window at the top that could also make it look like spoiled little air entered. You could hardly see a rosy sky, was to be dawn. A torch would be lit in the corridor outside his cell but could not see it.
'Escape'.
was all too dark. She could melt the bars. He could make them disappear. He could blow up the entire castle.
you have captured, he sang something inside of him, bending his magic and his mind, they did. Oh yes, they have dared to do so. No matter what you did for them. It is not Never cared. You have taken. Taken. Taken. Taken. Taken .
'Escape'.
They won, is not it? Your magic, your magic immense. Do it, Emrys, sang his magic with the voice of the child scared and decided druid, do it.
' Escape'.
"Merlin."
Merlin blinked in the dark, while the Magic withdrew a whisper, and it took him a while to recognize the hollow voice of the Dragon.
"Do not do it, Merlin."
The head of Merlin reacted to the strange voice with a dull pain, excruciating. He must have beaten somewhere and dragged him there, and it seemed that the voice bouncing between his temples, leaving trails of pain. He clenched his teeth and begged him to stop. He wanted to ask some strange words he had said the woman's voice in the Sword, but everything suddenly seemed so insignificant and yet so far.
"The sword has spoken, Merlin." Drago said the most sweet, without being able to do less evil in his head "The guilty will die in love. Not you. Not now. "
Merlin A really, really did not matter.
'Escape . '
"Listen to me, Merlin. Is not that what the Fates have decreed it. That's not how you die. "
But that's going on, would have responded if Merlin does not find totally useless, if not felt to be too tired to even begin to think. Fate has miscalculated. Not that I did laugh, because Fate had promised him a house and people loved him, and next to Arthur throughout his life.
"If you flee, you'll never be accepted within these walls, and you have to live here instead, Merlin. Show them that have reason to fear you. Earned their trust. "
Merlin was strange because he thought he was already over. That he deserved much more confidence. But no, he was forced to stop because it was hurting and was still sore all over.
"Pendragon The young man is bound to you by the thread of destiny. Do not abandon it, Merlin. Do not let her fear for what it knows will deprive him of his greatest ally, and with him, his fate. "
Merlin stopped listening.

He had a broken finger in one hand, a swelling behind the ear and a cut on his right jaw. Who had held the legs must have been more careful, because under his belt he had nothing to hurt. Plan tried to move her toes, then ankles, and realized that the right one was just a little 'sore. The knee was fine, and everything else.
could be considered lucky, as he had seen before coming to Executioner's often accused of practicing magic. Were entitled to a trial? Not if he was ever asked.
And now, he found wearily, he did not care anymore. He just wanted to see Arthur.

not have to wait long. Awoke an indefinite period of time after, and found even before you open your eyes that something had changed. Arthur looked at him, standing a few feet from the bars. He lit another torch, and now the light shone on his bobbing red jacket, his hair and eyes, that Merlin could not remember so dark.
"I sent word to your mother that you're gone on a long journey."
Merlin swallowed. "Thanks." He said, but his voice was hoarse. He could not remember how he did not drink a drop of water. "How long I do not drink?"
Arthur did not answer the question. "You are accused of practicing magic within the confines of Camelot." This time, Merlin kept his mouth closed with a kind of desperation, and its magic was a start.
They were silent a few minutes and Merlin had a shot to get closer to the bars, and Arthur stepped back just as quickly. Looked at each other, real estate, and Merlin knew that they were both trying to figure out why Arthur would have had to flee at the approach of Merlin. I hope not to be the only one whose heart had started beating darkly in my ears.
"You could get away." Arthur said.
"I have to do it," asked Merlin, and the child inside him druid spoke with the voice of Arthur and 'Yes, Merlin,' said 'is the only way to save themselves'. But Merlin knew, and knew from the start, that would never have listened, because he had never done anything for him, while Arthur, Arthur was used to save his life, Merlin and trusted him.
"You could do it." Repeated Arthur. Merlin was later disqualified. Not happened often do not understand what the other meant, but it seemed that this day will not save any kind of nasty surprises. "If you wanted, you could get rid of, is not it?"
Merlin nodded once.
"I thought you so stupid?"
The truth was that yes, they had believed stupid enough to not notice anything, but not all. I had thought incapable of addressing a simple sword, and we had played his life.
"So incredibly stupid not to understand, not to see - good. Really, bravo. How long you're in Camelot? Nine, ten months? The best, for sure. I also drew on the bed. "Arthur laughed in a sad way, then started to turn around and walk away.
"I have to get away?" Churches Merlin, and cursed by the quake, which had betrayed him last. Arthur would not have appreciated.
"No." He said without looking at Arthur, his voice harsher than ever, "No. As for me, you rot in here until my father decide what to do with you. "
Merlin did not say 'I did it for you', that was all they really could offer; that he believed. Became entangled in the throat.

Merlin fell asleep on the rocks, trying not endorse nor broken finger or the right side of the jaw. He slept little, restless dreams and confused that he could not remember. It is not even engaged too.
When he awoke it was evening, the light was changing in the box that managed to enter the cell. In front of him, covered by a cloak that hid the shape and fall gently over the hairline, Gwen looked like an angel. An angel who brings light and two eyes huge and terrified.
"Gwen." Merlin managed to murmur, the voice that scratched in the output.
"Oh," said Gwen, as if she had stayed for a long time watching him sleep, and now he had the surprise awakening. "Oh, Merlin ." It took a lot of that sadness, quell'indecisione frightened and confused, a lot of that pain and compassion in saying his name, Merlin retired to a corner of his cell and burst ; to cry, his head between his legs.
cried with sobs and tears as heavy as only children were crying, noisily, unable to stop, and to avoid any consolation, and Gwen was at him, reaching out to touch the bars.
When he managed to find some 'breathing, Gwen held out through the bars, a bottle full of water and drank it in two gulps Merlin, paying no attention to that falling on the collar and kerchief tied around his neck that was still .
"I can ... you can leave it?" The voice was a little 'out of breath, tremor.
Gwen nodded "Just the hide when someone comes along."
The torch that brought Gwen became weaker and then returned to shine stronger. Merlin wiped the tears and the water had fallen on him with his sleeve, and he and Gwen stared in disbelief and destroyed.
"The King has decided not to condemn you to death."
Merlin was neither disappointed nor not happy. He felt numb, however, as asleep. He felt he came under water since it had taken, and was still waiting to start to surface to breathe.
"Gaius has been criticized for not having noticed anything, that's all, but is closely monitored and he is forbidden to come here. And Morgan had a fall .... " From Gwen as he said it, was probably more painful for her and for Morgana. "He wanted to come and see you, but must find the right time."
Merlin nodded.
"You -" Gwen swallowed, staring at the hand of Merlin. "Are you hurt?"
"No. Only - only this. I think it's broken. "
Gwen leaned over, moving even closer to the bars, then lowered his voice, as if afraid someone might hear," But you can heal, is not it? You can do it. " She whispered.
Merlin was a moment in silence, uncertain whether to reassure her or lie still. "Yes," murmured finally. "I just have to find out how to do it."
Gwen bit her lower lip and looked behind her a few times "I must go. I will come back. Okay? I swear, Merlin. Wait for me. "He smiled and took away the light.
Merlin did not find the strength to tell her that she would never have expected .

life that Merlin knew and liked, and he loved his own way, had disintegrated before his eyes. Was destroyed, falling to pieces, and some of the pieces had been lost, so there would never be able to put affixed. Merlin that he understood.
not had the strength to really think about all that he had lost, so for those first confused hours he simply ignore it. It did not work particularly well, and continued to appear before moments and expressions on the faces of those who loved you probably would never be seen again. In those moments was beginning to hear the baby druid in him, and he had to shake his head to send her strong.
The fact was that he did not want to even think of leaving. He could not give up to hope, tiny and hidden, that things would return as they were before.
"When you sleep you complain. You're keeping me awake for twenty hours. "
Merlin jumped at the sudden voice, and he stood up awkwardly on his feet, taking a ridiculous position to attack. It was in his head? He was going crazy to the point of not knowing what was real and distinguish what is not?
The voice laughed. "I do not see it myself. When it is dark you can not see anything, is not it? "
" Who are you? "Churches Merlin, and for the first time since he was there the voice was decided. Or something like that.
"And you? I heard that the king will not condemn you to death. It 's a good news. "
was the voice of a man with perhaps a few more years of Merlin, he still had a certain clarity in speech. The emphasis was very similar to that of Arthur, was to be raised in court.
"Why are you here?"
"And you? Although His Majesty was not particularly subtle. "Her voice softened, lowering just" You've been here just two days, if you were wondering. At first you lose your sense of time. "
" Thanks. "Merlin murmured.
"So, you know ... do stuff. Magic. Not an activity to practice lightly, to Camelot. You are quite lucky, before you there were three others. "The man seemed nervous about the first time. "I do not have lasted long."
"You too ... ?
"No. Absolutely not. I ... it's a long story. "
The voice came from the right side of the cell. Probably more than the bars there was another cell, and the man must have been a few steps back toward the wall. Merlin took a step forward, trying to see something, but the darkness was too dense, and he is too tired, so he let it go. He sat down against the wall.
"Sooner or later I will tell you." Said the voice, and then there was silence.

Arthur returned the next day. Merlin had woken up that morning with the hope (it was so strange to speak again of hope) that the weather was beautiful and the light filtering through the window gracious enough to allow him to see the man in the next cell. Instead At dawn the clouds had pressed on Camelot, making the day much like the night that preceded him. He was not even surprised. He had taken the time to what it was: another move in a game that he knew he had lost for a long time.
Arthur arrives as the next time, when the cell started to get even darker in the early hours of the evening.
walked stiffly and stayed close to the cell. This time with him was a guard, who provided immediately to stop a torch against the wall, illuminating the face. He still had his jaw tightened and his eyes dark and it looked more like Uther at every moment that passed.
"The first time we fought." Began "Did you use - you've used - that's why I could not hit you."
Merlin nodded, crawling slowly towards one side of the cell. He felt tired, had tried all night to heal the finger.
"You were not special. There was nothing special. I was just cheating. "
Merlin was content to watch it when it already was leaving. It did not seem to feel well, had his head down and shoulders dropped, resigned. Perhaps he expected an apology, Merlin thought.

Merlin would have apologized if he had found the words. Because he wanted to apologize for all the right things. He asked forgiveness of ten, a hundred times for the first time cheating and cheating again, all those months without even a word.
But no one wanted to apologize for being there when we needed him, he could not.
"I know him well, is not it?"
The guard had left with Arthur, but had left the torch.
Merlin turned quickly. Against the wall, in the one cell adjacent to that of Merlin (the only one could see) a guy sat with his arms resting on the knees up, looking at him.
"You look so small. How old are you? "
Merlin blinked. "Me?"
The boy laughed. He had a gentle smile, though his face was pale and worn, covered with hair too long, the same color brown as those of Will. A pang of nostalgia hit unexpected Merlin, forcing him to look away and close his eyes for a second.
"Your name is Merlin, is not it? You do not have to be a long Camelot, can not remember have you ever seen, and for faces in general I have a good memory. How old are you, Merlin? "
" Twenty. "
" Mh. "With a little fluid movement, however, that betrayed what once must have been the ease of someone used to fight the boy pulled up. Arthur was higher, perhaps as high as Uther, but his shoulders were a bit 'closer. She made three steps towards Merlin and said tilting his head. "What you have done, Merlin?" Churches, showing compassion for the first time a vibrant, intense. "You look so small. So sad. "
Merlin he lay on the ground, turned away and pretended to sleep until the torch was not used up and all was dark.

That night, Merlin was finally able to heal itself. He discovered that it was easy: her magic did not want to treat more than enough and that he supports it. Of course, so the child's voice became stronger, but at least now he had stopped talking about death and destruction throughout Camelot. There was just this endless refrain that continued (run, run, run, scappascappascappascappa) but Merlin was increasingly good to ignore. The Dragon attempted to talk to him again, but turned back to the stone Merlin and the Dragon stopped calling.
The boy was silent all night, it seemed that there was more. Merlin spent an infinite amount of time with eyes wide open and ears ready to seize any noise, certain that his tired mind had invented everything. Then the boy coughed and Merlin was able to sleep.
When he woke again, the time had not changed much. He was awakened by a ruthless and ticking all day Merlin was able to count all the raindrops hitting the window, but could not see the boy.
He felt, however, towards the middle of the day, someone get excited on his right and saw that foolishly thought that it is not only refreshed.

Arthur came again that evening after the rain was over. He had his boots muddy and dark jacket, and then realized that Merlin had just returned from hunting.
The scent of the forest after the rain suddenly invaded, Merlin and closed his eyes for a moment he gave everything he had for a race on the wet grass, barefoot, with huge spaces looked everywhere and the wind's straining the face, entered the
shirt ... "Have you been hunting." He murmured.
When he opened his eyes, he knew immediately that Arthur was furious, in a way that was so complete that everything that would follow would be horrible and painful, and that he could not avoid it.
"MI. BELIEVE. SO '. STUPID? "Yelled Arthur, and Merlin's words rang around a few times. "Look at me! Look at me when I talk to you! "
Merlin looked at him, but he was tired and injured, and no longer had the strength to be hate. When he looked up and saw the jacket that he had patched up a couple of times, he saw that his back had held up when he was ill, the arm that was tight around the mouth so determined that he had laughed with him and blue eyes that he had dreamed, a few nights, and a few others were closed under him. In his mind, the image of Arthur himself together and returned to be what had always been. He had been missing.
"How many times - how dare you!"
Merlin wanted to say something, but it was not finished yet, and now beginning to wonder if it ever was. Maybe it was fate that ended well. Merlin was so disappointed by Destiny.

"I saw one of the first nights. There was a light blue, like a firefly, and a light wind ... The wind is very different below, you'll see. Enter from the wall - the top part of the exterior, there is nothing behind - and makes you beat your teeth like I'm in the mountains. "
With only the moonlight, the boy was only a & rsquo ; shadow slightly more dense than others, and Merlin was exhausted from the last meeting with Arthur and had no desire to talk. He remained silent, hoping understand that the boy and left him in peace.
"That was more light ... a light ... it was magic, is not it? I was using magic. "
Merlin hugged her knees. It was obvious that the other if they had noticed. Who knows what would have been afraid, alone in the dark magician with a few steps to attempt to plot the night. It must have been scared to death. "Sorry." He murmured in a faint voice. It was probably unnecessary to explain that he put that he would never hurt anyone, the other would never have believed it.
But when the boy spoke, his voice was not scared, nor cautious. "It was so clear ... I had never seen anything like it. So brilliant. What do you need? Are you trying to escape? "
Merlin blinked a few times in the dark. "No." He said.
"Right. Because if I wanted to, we probably could not. It is not difficult to understand. "
Merlin remained silent, not knowing what to say. The other wanted him to say yes? It was a trap? He wanted ... wanted to call the guards? Arthur? Or wanted to help him escape?
Because until that moment had been so kind to him, Merlin felt having to put the record straight, not creargli false hopes that they would do more harm than anything else. "I'm sorry." He also told. "I can not help you escape. I'm not going to do it. "
The boy laughed, but was one of the saddest laughter that Merlin had ever heard. "Oh, do not worry. Neither do I. I'm going to run away. I'm here for a reason, you know? "
" Me too. "Merlin murmured.
"The I know, Merlin. "
They stood in silence or really tense or relaxed, with the moonlight barely enough to illuminate a small square on the floor of the cell of Merlin.
"Can I ask you something?"
Merlin nodded, then realized that the other could not see him, and he said yes.
"Tonight I feel a bit 'sad. Could not you ... do a little 'light? Only for a moment. "
What harm could he do? Merlin recalled to mind the look of her beautiful magic one last time who had used it outside. How long shining sword, so pure. "What color do you want?" He whispered in the dark.
The boy did not take even a moment to respond. "Blue Blue eyes that look at you. The most beautiful eyes of the world. "
Merlin a second closed his eyes, and the next moment a light shone blue like the eyes of Arthur.

Merlin was able to find the corner of the cell more sheltered from the wind that was beginning to come whistling through the rocks and find a spell that would take away the insects from its two covers, then part the day when he slept she could also become tolerable if it were not for dreams. Sometimes he dreamed
outside. It had been only two weeks, but seemed to have forgotten it was really out. The wind could really shake up the leaves as well, to get them to fly so high? The trees were really that great, so fresh in their shade? The colors gave him more problems than anything else. Whatever you try to imagine the colors were always false: either too bright, like an oil painting, or off it look all through a dirty glass.
always wakes up frustrated and discovered to be in positions awkward and convoluted, and that he cried because the other guy was awake but said nothing.
Sometimes in my sleep its magic spoke with sibilant tones of Nimue and sinuous or broken ones and determined the child.
Once the child appeared in a dream, took his hand and whispered in his ear things wonderful, powerful and beautiful things, which shone like a thousand fires and would have been his if only he had extended his hand. The child's world was a world alive, old and new as if Merlin had created himself, and he had wise eyes when he explained the time and its needs.
After that, he stopped to look Merlin simply escape from its magic that's still screaming to escape, and instead tried to calm her, to make them understand why he was who he was, and that is a creature of Arthur. The voices faded, and so the panic that accompanied them.
Arthur And other times in his sleep told him that everything would be fine, that Merlin did not deserve anything about what was happening to him, that all this was just a huge mistake to which he would have remedied. "For you, Merlin." Murmured "Just for you. Because I'm nothing without you. "

" You have betrayed me. "He said low- Arthur item.
Merlin asked why not continue to meet me to find when it was clear that he would not get anything, not because Merlin was not willing to give him whatever he wanted. The problem was figuring out just what would Arthur. But Merlin does not ask, because he was too afraid that the other would stop coming.
"It 's what you did from the first day I saw you. Every day. You looked at me in the face, and you betrayed me. "

That night, the boy spoke to Arthur just left the underground. His footsteps sounded again, and Merlin would have liked a few seconds to listen in silence.
"It's not easy when you are accused of betraying. Not when everything you've ever wanted is to be faithful until the end. But then things happen .... "
" I have betrayed. "Merlin said with force. "I did not do."
The boy went to the bars that separated them, to be just a step away from Merlin, thrown into a corner with his knees close to his chest. "It seems that he thinks so." He murmured softly.
"He can not understand."
"It's not that you had committed too much to explain."
"I know." Merlin released a shaky breath and infinitely weary. "I know. "
" He'll understand. "
Merlin slowly opened his eyes and saw that the boy was sitting too, but he always stuck to the bars, as near as possible. With no apparent sense, Merlin is found to reach out to touch the sleeve of his shirt through the bars.
The boy looked up, startled, and then motioned a smile and took his hand as if to shake.
"Hello, Merlin."
"Hello." Merlin He repeated stupidly.
"Nice to meet you."
"Why are you here?"
The boy took a few seconds to consider leaving the hand of Merlin, who was warming up slowly, and nodded, although his glance had darkened, for he could see Merlin. "I betrayed a person." He said with more force than was necessary.
Merlin shook his hand stronger.
"E do it again. Another hundred, a thousand times. "He went back to speak with her voice flat, sad and sweet. "There's a girl in a kingdom in the west, beyond the sea, which has very large blue eyes. I'm sorry to tell you, Merlin, but your magic will never even touch the blue. "He smiled, though he was fixing our gaze beyond the head of Merlin.
Merlin reached out to listen better.
"They are great and so sad, because you see, is not happy. It was never very happy, though deserves to be more than anyone else in the world, except for one week on a ship that sailed from Ireland. There was happy, and you should see her, standing, watching the sea, the white dress with wet, bare legs, oh, it was really a vision. "The boy stopped talking.
"What happened then?"
The boy shook his head, then forced a smile. "He was someone who was waiting for. The vessel berthed at the port, this has happened. "
" And she did not want? "
" It's not about what one wants, is not it? It is never stato importante cosa la ragazza volesse.”
“Come aveva i capelli?” Chiese ancora Merlin, ma questa volta lo fece solo perché sembrava una cosa innocua da chiedere, e voleva che l’altro parlasse ancora.
Nel buio di quella cella vuota, Merlin riusciva per la prima volta ad immaginare i colori giusti di un mare sterminato, che aveva visto una volta sola, quando Arthur lo aveva portato lungo la costa.
Arthur aveva riso alla sua eccitazione e il sole era stato così forte che Merlin aveva dovuto socchiudere gli occhi. Ora gli sembrava che se quella volta, sulla spiaggia, fosse riuscito ad aprire gli occhi abbastanza, avrebbe visto una barca e una ragazza standing on the deck laughing with her head back as he did Arthur.
"Everyone has always said of gold, but it is not true. Have you ever seen the gold? Not what the color of her hair. They are lighter, like the sun on snow, and at the same time warmer, such as honey again. Bound them to him forever, but this time on the boat, she ... "
" You? "
The boy shook his head, gently extricating his hand from the power of Merlin. "I'm sorry, Merlin. There are things that you can not tell, and this is still a sad story. The girl will not be very happy, after that fall from the boat. "
Merlin nodded.
"Good night, Merlin."

When Arthur came back again, the anger seemed to have given way to sadness, a calmer, but far more dangerous for Merlin, who would not even think at the time l & rsquo ; more tired and would not come back.
Suddenly, Arthur seemed to be the exact copy of his father. A sort of sadness in his eyes hurt, held at bay by his own hard cold anger, and the movement decided, dried. Merlin looked at him desperately, trying to see what he had learned to recognize in recent months.
"It was not your friend. It was you. You've always been you. "
Merlin knew that sooner or later would come to Will, but he could still not be surprised. Arthur had seen him cry for his death, he had woken from his nightmares on the night of return, had hoped that he would not have pulled out.
"Were you able to lie with the body of your friend that burned." Arthur continued, and seemed genuinely disgusted.
Merlin felt that the half-eaten bread the day was coming up. What had become of 'I'm sorry, Merlin'? Of 'It's an honor to have you near'? Of 'Do not worry, I will not let anyone touch you. "?
What had become of 'Do not cry, was not in any way your fault. "?
"No." He murmured.
Arthur seemed surprised to have been answered, but did not abandon his grip. I give them a sarcastic smile. "'No', Merlin? No what, exactly? No, I lied to you? No, I let my best friend took the blame for something I did? No - "
" Arthur ... "
" I do not - call - Arthur "Arthur's eyes dart" No, I'm not a coward? That 's what you mean? I saw that you can talk, answer, Merlin! Answer me! "
Merlin shook his head and was forced to lean against the wall because he felt twinges in my stomach and my head was spinning. The child's voice had come back to bite.
"No, I have not betrayed the first time I see? "
" I do not ... I have not betrayed. "
Even breathing became difficult. Merlin a second closed his eyes and smiled at the child from his closed eyelids. Merlin did not remember so good.
Arthur's voice made him open his eyes. Could not remember that sound so cruel. "You're a coward."
"No, I ..."
"A coward and a traitor. And there is nothing, nothing makes me more disgusted . "
His head pounded, Merlin would have liked to explain, Arthur did not want to think ... but everything was so bad, and there was still that voice spoke ... "Enough, Arthur, stop."
"Enough? Oh, I have not even begun. I trusted you. "
" I said ... "
" You were my friend . You were ... "
" I SAID STOP! "Merlin did not notice until he screamed himself in the foot, out of breath, the air that swirled around as if it were in the middle of a cyclone, its magic that shone in the half-light, strong and dangerous as ever had heard.
"Don't Ti. Ho. Betrayed. "
Arthur looked at him motionless, his eyes wide open, but without even a step backwards.
"You do not understand, is not it?" Merlin shouted, feeling that it is enough, enough, not deserve all this. "You do not understand anything "
His hair tickled his neck, as if moved by the wind and cold shivers across his back and walked along the arms, hands tingled. It was powerful . It was beautiful.
One hand on the hilt of Arthur had stopped of his sword. A Merlin had to laugh. What are your plans? As he believed that a sword could scare him? He did not feel? He felt the air, earth, magic trembling?
"I did it for you! For you, Arthur! Every time. Each time, just for you. "He screamed again, and laughed, because it was not like he had to go and all he could offer was there, between them, the magic that was to become his sword and shield of power Arthur.
Arthur looked at him, still motionless, fascinated.
Merlin's hand floated in the air and Arthur shivered as if he really felt a caress cold on the skin.
"Only for you." Whispered Merlin. She felt his hand on his cheek rough though Arthur could not really touch the warm skin, his magic is twisted around each other, and he was intoxicated, elated.
hair caressed by Arthur moved by invisible hands, and he winced. His mouth was open and something just stroked, languid, leaving a wet trail, slide down.
Her lips parted in a half breath Merlin thought he would never see again.
all'annaspare Arthur Merlin smiled "You want?"
also raised his other hand and closed his eyes for a moment, because suddenly it was too good and he was . Arthur felt, everything around him, he felt it was warm and alive and his mind had never been so free and powerful, was the best feeling I ever had. Body Heat
now around his shoulders and legs while pushing and stroking and touching with his power all they came. The familiar feeling of Arthur's body, naked and hot around him.
When he opened his eyes, Arthur was looking at him, upset, even building a few feet away. He was trembling.
"Look." Merlin said, and he realized that his voice trembled.
She threw her head back and raised his hands, freeing all his power, his whole force that spans the beautiful blue waves all around, singing, climbing up to the ceiling of stone, shining as soon as he approached Arthur and blowing around .
"You want? It 's always been you. "
Arthur stopped to fix it for a long moment and looked at the magic that unfolded at his feet and wished, Merlin was able to see him with his whole being.
"It 's yours. Use it. Take . "
Then the moment passed.
Arthur released the breath into little sobs and Merlin laughed again, sadly. "It can not be that way, do not you feel it? What do you want? Just ask. Did you always just enough to ask. "
" Liar. "Muttered Arthur.
Merlin shook his head slowly. "Not now. And 'you. "
" Liar. "
When she left, running, the magic of Merlin was still some time in the air, disoriented, and then seemed to fit like a fury, as if to follow him, as if to take it back, to force ...
do not deserve this!, Seemed to cry, I never deserved it!
More than you, I'm better than you, are stronger and more powerful and I have offered everything, everything you could want, the world the power of the kingdom the glory of riches, even love, Arthur , everything on a silver platter, and you still is not enough! I've offered me
.
upset by a sudden anger and striking, shaking, Merlin crawled in his usual corner, and embraced knees. Suddenly he was cold and it seemed that he would stay dark forever. He felt more alone than ever and had shown the best but it was not enough. It was not enough!
"Shh, Merlin. Shh. "
Merlin sighed and felt the salty tears that invaded his throat and nose, suffocating him, but he could never stop.
hated him. He hated Arthur and his ability to make him so bad, the ability to get rid of all the pain of being locked away from all but ground to replace it with a new pain, the most harrowing and injured than any other ever experienced. Arthur hated because he would have forgiven once and for all, and would include the ability to do so at any price, but Arthur would not even grant him an admission of guilt.
I hated because there was more he wanted to say, things that had nothing to do with his magic. I'm sorry. I'm afraid. I miss you. Please. Please .
"Never mind." Said the guy behind bars. Merlin heard him speak with the voice of his mother, then Will, then the slight smile Gwen, Gaius, and finally, last but Arthur. They said all the same thing. "It does not matter. You were good until now, never mind. Now rested, Merlin, you did nothing wrong. "
Merlin did as he said and crouched in the corner with the bars forming the outer wall, so that the other could continue to stroke level.
Everything was bad, this was the truth. It would never have got out of there, and nobody would ever forgive him, and he could not help it ... and held her breath, trying to get it out in an orderly, precise breaths in and not sob. He had to calm down. Come on, Merlin. Next. He clenched his teeth and tried
to focus on the pressure of the hand on his head, his kind words, but the fear crossed it in waves and he could not - he was so tired.
"They thought I had betrayed them all." The boy said, "All. No one who could understand that I had betrayed them, but she, and there was no way to stop it, because how could I? I've always loved. Always. And when I found out, when they took me away, I knew I had to pay and that was right, but all I could think was that I had betrayed: I had left it alone again. "
she wanted Arthur back, but now just the thought of looking at still hurt.
"They said it was magic, and I said yes, and I've lied, but I would have said anything because she would remain free. Stupid. As if there was no need for a magic filter to love it when it is so beautiful, so infinitely beautiful. "
Slowly the words could make inroads in the minds of Merlin paralyzed by anxiety, but continued to speak of pain and loss.
"I was accused of treason and was convicted. I swore I had never touched when it does not seem to have done nothing in the entire my life. "
The boy paused for a moment, but the hand continued to caress Merlin. When times seemed calmer, and even Merlin was able to breathe easier.
"This is a sad story, I told you so. I'm sorry, I would be more helpful, but I can not talk about something else. Perhaps in the end I'm really mad. "
" Tell me how did you meet her. "Merlin murmured. "It should be a happy story." The boy laughed
"The most happy that I know. "
took a deep breath, and then began to tell. For a while, 'in the two cells was heard only his voice and Merlin managed to close my eyes and see exactly what he told with great love. "The first thing I remember about her is her voice that tells me to sit still. He has a funny accent, speak our language rounded as twisting the words in your mouth. It 'grew up speaking the languages of Ireland and occasionally still stops on a word difficult. The second is the scent of salt water. The third I do not remember, because I opened eyes and she was there. "
" It was very beautiful? "
" Have you ever seen very beautiful women? "
Merlin nodded.
"It 's easy to tell that she is better than any other woman you might have seen. I believe it, but I understand that has not made so much sense. She is beautiful .... I can not explain it better. "
" What's his name? "
" I promised not to give more, with my name. I spotted with treason, and until they succeed to rehabilitate her name will not, and I'm nothing. 'S terrible night, when the only thing I want is to call it. But it was my fault. "
They did not say anything, there were not many happy stories to tell there, and the lack filled every available space. In the second part

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