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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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