Tradimento (quarto capitolo)
Title: Betrayal
Fandom: Merlin
Paringa : Merlin / Arthur, Arthur / surprise (not so much, I admit)
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Disclaimer: I do not belongs Merlin, Arthur is not mine, it belongs to me everything that makes their side dish.
Summary: There is always need a wife.
Note: This story is slash. Men with men, yes.
That night he slept in Merlin his old room, alone, trying to block the possibility that the worst pain yet. He was able to sleep just focusing on steady breathing of her mother beyond the wall.
He woke up almost abruptly, disturbed by a blade of light that penetrated through the open door. He blinked but could not keep them open and let himself fall back into the darkness of early morning golden. The sounds beyond the door came the muffled and confused, but was able to recognize the light and quick steps of his mother, arranged the last things, went out from the house. He heard her stop at the table, put something (breakfast for him, he knew, he knew every one of those passages from memory), move the dish with bread so that he was right in the middle of the table, get to take the shawl resting the chair, and then open the door with delicate movements not to wake him.
Merlin smiled without opening his eyes, pulling the blanket up to his chin. It was hot, but that morning he felt vulnerable and smaller than a decade, and the blanket that covered her shoulders had always made me feel safer. He clenched his eyes, ready to get back to sleep.
few minutes later, was already asleep when doing deeper, the door creaked opened. Merlin absently registered the noise. He turned, consciousness sinking deeper and deeper-that was lost behind the closed eyelids ... going off ... Still in the torpor of sleep,
"I was not able to leave."
Merlin opened just the eyes, but sleep forced him to close immediately. "What?" Grumble.
Someone had spoken, but he was so tired ... so ... Sleep ...
"Merlin. Wake up. "
was the name to make him open his eyes immediately. Arthur pronounced his name like no other.
"Arthur?" He tried to say, but it came out something incomprehensible.
Arthur was crouched in front of him, leaning toward his face, resting on the blanket that covered him.
"I want to know why."
Merlin shook his head, silent, feeling the numbness of sleep left him leaving him cold.
"What?" He repeated.
Arthur leaned forward and kissed him.
was the first kiss in the life of Merlin that he had indeed caught by surprise. But it did not matter, because after every kiss Arthur was exactly the same, because the mouth of Arthur was the same as always. His hands clenched in the same way lean on the shoulders of Merlin, her hair brushed his forehead in the same way.
When detached, Arthur looked at him with determination and a lot more anger than Merlin could bear, and then, after all, he was not without pity. Merlin said nothing of all that he wanted or had to say. He pulled up to meet him, shaking his coat and hair.
Breath of Arthur broke up in angry sobs against his cheek as soon as the mouth of Merlin found his skin, and Merlin's refusal to hear him, for his treachery, and had just come off and talk, but if Then Arthur was no longer wanted? It seemed to go crazy at the thought, could not ask him to deprive himself of this, heat and weight and bustle and Arthur.
not believed to be a person like that. Believed to be better, and yet it was not true, because I could not help but pull against Arthur.
Arthur was to win, rejecting in the bed and forcibly uprooted the covers off me, ('only this' Merlin thought, 'Please do not stop' and then -) kissing passionately, unable even to take his mouth ('only this') , going over him forcing him to open her legs ('Do not ...'). Merlin went to meet every thrust, every movement, her face pressed into the neck line. The up trying to make him take off his tunic, but Arthur did not raise even the head, dropped only one hand to undo his pants and rubbed with the same hand the skin on the sides of Merlin trying to lower his. The sides of Merlin immediately arched, sliding down the pants of canvas, and then they were skin to skin. A Merlin seemed really had no choice.
But he had, of course I did. "Arthur -" almost shouted, trying to get some air.
He managed to break away for a moment and remember why he should do it. But then he looked at Arthur before him, eyes dark and concentrated with dark circles of days, his mouth open and wet kisses and broken breath, frowning. His face. Faced
his expression shocked by the anger and sex, the sweet smile Gwen disappeared.
"Because -" Churches Arthur off with a roar and urgent, but Merlin did get his hand up to bolt on his erection, and Arthur stopped speaking with a hoarse moan that drew a line under the painful ear Merlin, exciting cheeks.
There was no room for anything else, and separation was impossible even to think of it, drove Arthur's hand clutching his wrist to pull away and stop it over his head, and then went against Merlin with all the strength I had . A Merlin looked after
that they were both about to cry all the time. The climax came perfect and painful, and Arthur gave the last cry with her face hidden in the pillow. Merlin knew it was not for him. Just
Arthur rolled away from him, Merlin curled away and immediately closed her eyes.
"I had forgotten how it was." Arthur's voice came muffled. No trace of happiness.
Merlin felt drowning. He turned.
Arthur looked at him seriously. He still had his cheeks reddened. "I do not know how to forgive." A
Merlin had to laugh. They still had something to say? There was still something that should be clarified? What was to explain, to talk about? He shook the blanket stronger slipped beneath him, looking desperately for a way for this to end.
"Never mind." He said. "There is nothing you must forgive."
Arthur continued to stare, in silence, and Merlin can tell you hated to love so well behind all that anger.
Arthur put his hand through his hair in a caress too similar to a close. “Stai scherzando.” Sussurrò. “Mi hai tradito.”
“Tu mi hai tradito.” Ribatté Merlin, quietamente, senza cercare di sottrarsi al tocco ruvido dell’altro.
Arthur ritirò immediatamente la mano, come scottato.
“Non fare finta di non capire.” Continuò Merlin, a voce ancora più bassa. “Le voglio bene. Tu le vuoi bene. L’hai sposata.”
Arthur spalancò gli occhi, come se avesse improvvisamente scoperto che quello che pensava solo un incubo fosse reale.
“Vattene, Arthur. "Whispered Merlin. "Do not come back." His voice was completely wrong, sweet and almost pleading.
"It went well, eh?" Will Churches, swinging his left foot in the water of the stream.
"No." He confirmed Merlin.
"Mh. But there was a way to make it go right? "
" No. "
" Perfect. "Will looked at him, incredibly comprehensive and very far indeed grasping Merlin's unhappiness, and shook his shoulder. "I would say 'forget about it'. Would not help, eh? "
" No. "
" Would you like to do some tricks with the magic? Something nice? "
Merlin spent the rest of the afternoon pretending to draw dragons of fire in the air made him happy. The pain was overwhelming everything around him.
not to go to bed together, obviously. It was decided by neither, Merlin simply stopped touching if not for the bare necessities and Will really started to bring in barn, the daughter of the washing machine, a pretty girl with hips a bit 'too tight.
Merlin did not know what to do.
Will found him lying on his bed in the early hours of the morning several days later, with his face pressed into the pillow.
"Continue to bring riders Ealdor. There's another that seeks you. "
Merlin turned his head, a flash of energy across his body, from the first day.
"It's not him." He added Will.
Merlin got the same going to see who he was, pretending that really mattered.
Lancelot must have been on the coast, because her face and hands darkened considerably, and he must have fought against anything that moved, because it was also covered with small cuts.
"It's nothing. Evil people that I found on the road. "
" Oh, sure. The world is full of bad people. "
Merlin hugged him tighter than was necessary, taking deep breaths sea air. He had not really, and ritrovarselo unexpectedly before had done more good than any other thing that happened recently.
"There are a lot of things in the South" Lancelot continued with enthusiasm, once that was done to accommodate inside the house. "I learned a lot. Did not expect to find here, to be honest, I had heard that Arthur - "
Merlin managed to hide it very well step in his body. "And the 'King." Followed, with equal voice.
"'s why I came back." Lancelot nodded. Then she stared, frowning. "Something wrong? What happened? "And it was then
Merlin that he remembered the life of Lancelot would take from there a short cul-de-sac. The few words would suffice to remove all traces of light-hearted smile from my face. And he more than anyone knew how bad it would.
"Nothing." He said. "I just wanted to get away for a while '."
Lancelot, unlike Arthur, she could also be insightful. It was clear that we do not believe, but did not say anything anyway. Merlin was grateful to him and he felt even worse.
"Tell me the bad people." He offered.
Lancelot nodded, and jumped in headlong into a detailed account of all those months away.
"Now what are you doing?" Churches Merlin the next day, looking back on horseback. He knew what he wanted to do, I imagined, but was really hoping that he finally decided to leave, that he had found something or someone out of there, away from Camelot that held them enthralled and unhappy as a leash.
Lancelot smiled, happy as those who know they have gained some reward out of life. "I go back to Camelot. I think the time has come. "He touched his chest playfully. "The heart and the arm to the servants of Uncle I will wait for my King, Merlin. Try to feel good. "
was already about to leave when the consciousness of Merlin shouted back," Wait! "
Lancelot immediately stopped the horse and turned to face him. Merlin felt tight and unhappy as ever before.
"I knew it." Lancelot said, still smiling, just resigned. "I was waiting I found the courage to tell me. What happened? "
Merlin looked at him from the bottom up, and it was decided to open mouth. "Arthur ... he got married."
Lancelot's face immediately became more sad, almost compassionate. "Sorry." He said.
Merlin was shocked to find out how much was obvious to those around him, but drove by surprise and caught his breath, as if to soak in cold water. "With her. Gwen. He's married. "
Every emotion that passed on the face of Lancelot Merlin recognized it as hers, and forced him to relive everything again, the anger the pain of defeat and the jealousy of the new rage in an instant. Lancelot opened
mouth as if saying something else, but the Merlin knew that there was nothing to know. Closed it. She swallowed stones and then opened again. Unlike him, Lancelot was born to fight. "I gotta go." He said, in deep trouble. It seemed transfigured, as if he had taken a decision which could not escape. "I'm sorry."
Merlin nodded, although he did not understand.
was only after he saw him disappear around the bend, that he understood that those were not excuses for him, but for Arthur, and Lancelot, and he really did not have anything in common, because Merlin had not even thought to take back what he thought was his.
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Tradimento (terzo capitolo)
Title: Betrayal
Fandom: Merlin
Paringa : Merlin / Arthur, Arthur / surprise (not so much, I admit)
Rating: R for this chapter
Disclaimer: No mine Merlin, Arthur is not mine, not mine all that makes their side dish.
Summary: There is always need a wife.
Note: This story is slash. Men with men, yes.
Examination mooooooooolto took me longer than I thought. Here's the third part, it should fail (but I'm pretty sure, eh) the other two.
The sun shone in the sun Ealdor had nothing to Camelot. The light was shining warm and relaxed and quiet spaces with a gradient that Merlin was sure it did not exist anywhere else. He smiled at Will, lying on the grass beside him bitter.
Spring had broken out a couple of weeks. Merlin had arrived three days before, just in time to enjoy the clear sky and gentle breeze blowing against the mountains and moved Will my hair, pushing them over his eyes half shut.
"Do not There's nothing I can say, eh? Nothing that I can ask. "Will said, stretching lazily a leg up to touch her.
Merlin nodded. Will probably not see him, but the question had already been placed (in other ways, of course, and at other times) so many times now that the answer was obvious. It was typical of
Will not accept a defeat, Merlin knew, but could not help but hope that sooner or later his time in Camelot disappear in the minds of everyone else, as he tried to do in his. But
Ealdor was beautiful in the spring, more beautiful than the castle could never be, and his mother was not so time, and Will ran along the river and urged him to swim naked, so there was really a chance that everything will be resolved for the better.
had made love in the old barn at dusk, laughing straw that catch anywhere. They had kissed furiously on the grass and mud and slowly in the first moments of grief. It was beautiful, as it had already been in the past, and would be well, if it was not all wrong.
Merlin had in every corner of the previous life. The knuckles of Arthur, tighten the sheets wet, pushing the stomach with every movement, the tower of Camelot pressed to his every breath, the blonde hair had caught him at heart. The pain did not decrease, because there was no way not to think about. And even resentment, because digging in just got distracted, despite its efforts to fight back. Any movement of
Will was a failure of Arthur, his every expression a betrayal of what Merlin really expected.
"Hunith not surprised not to find in your bed?" Will asked him the next morning, rubbing his tousled head and chest warm. We were woken up by a few minutes and was still trying to get close touch and without intent is too obvious. Admission the barn had been crossed, the light of early morning came only from the spaces between the boards, going to draw irregular stripes on their bodies and everything around it.
"Do not ask questions." Article Merlin languid, sparse hair tickled by the other. "And your mother? Do not wonder why he can not enter the barn? "
" Do you think I fucks the daughter of the midwife. "
Merlin pushed and pulled at once climbed on to hold his hands still. "You suck."
Will let you capture a smile sleepy. From an early age was always bigger than Merlin, he would have enough thrust to break free.
"What? Your King does not use certain words? "Merlin
The jolt forced to hold your breath. In a voice barely altered, said "No one I know uses certain words."
Will easily freed one hand from the power of Merlin, and fared on his face, as if to remove the last traces of sleep. Then he looked more serious than it had been, and somehow more sad.
Merlin hurried to step aside.
chance to relax in order to give back to the Will was really childish, but there was nothing more than desire to avoid looking at that. With a movement
slightly too strong Will grabbed his shoulder and for a moment believed that Merlin would cause him to turn around. Instead his hand went down, sliding along the rough with a caress over the groove of the side arm and stopping.
not weighed as much as it should.
"You think I'm stupid?" Churches. His voice blew on her neck, and Merlin would also have wanted to turn around, but it had nothing to say and a wave of panic, pain and regret the climb was inside. "It did not take long to realize. Not for me. "
" I know. "Merlin whispered back, lying. He had really hoped that no one understood anything.
"He got married."
"I know."
Will was silent for a moment, and Merlin was able to concentrate on his breathing, which amazingly was calmer than he felt. The uncomfortable silence lasted too long, but regretted it the same when Will opened his mouth again.
"But you ..." The sentence was suspended, while the rest is accounted in letters of fire in front of Merlin. "I want to say. Uhm. It 's an idea ... or you ...? "
" O. "Merlin murmured. For a moment you really think that after the admission would be wide open to swallow the earth. Instead, Will laughed. First
with restraint, with gusts that tried to camouflage with a coughing fit, then open with some guffaw, and then burst into laughter bounced off the boards and that full and disheveled hair on the nape of Merlin, still shot and now petrified by surprise.
"What ..." He tried to ask, bewildered, but Will was too busy to listen.
finally turned, and found each other with tears in his eyes from the laughter that kept her belly, still naked.
"What?" He asked again, more forcefully.
"Oh, you can count on Merlin Emrys" He was able to articulate Will "Send him to Camelot for a few years, and will bring the King to bed!"
astonished, Merlin continued to watch it squirm. "Stop." Prov.
"But you're a phenomenon! Of all the boys present at Camelot - I say! - In the kingdom! "
" I did not do it on purpose. "
Will reached out to mess up his hair. The laughter subsided. "I know. Of course you have not done on purpose. You are so. You are distracted for a moment, and you find yourself in the bed of the King "The tone was the same as always, roughly affectionate, and Merlin could not help but be tight when the other opened his arms.
"What a bastard."
Merlin found vindictively agree, but went back the bile in my throat.
somewhere Merlin had always known that Arthur would not let him go.
Not so. Not running away without explanation.
try not to think, because it was already too busy to be content and think about it because it meant hope, and this really could not afford it.
But when he came face to face with the knight of Arthur, he found not to be surprised. Devastated, of course, and destroyed, and saddened but not surprised.
was an evening of April, there was no rain for several days and even if the air had cooled in recent hours, the road and its pebbles were invaded by dust. Merlin kept his head down, forced to watch your step for good because of that had to carry buckets of water at home. Will he ran ahead and disappeared around the corner.
That horse is raising a lot of dust, was the first thing I thought Merlin. We hope it does not come in buckets.
The second was 'Arthur', because Merlin was expecting a horse from day one that he had spent Ealdor.
"Merlin." He said someone over his head.
"Arthur." Merlin said, without look up the mantle of dark horse, feeling infinitely defeated. Then she heard him jump down and easily get closer, the smell and his presence and his body all around Merlin. The shadows of the houses that caressed by Arthur and confused in his tired eyes.
"Come home." He murmured Merlin, piano, although he wanted to say or do anything. But that was not allowed to go as he wanted, he had understood this very well taken the horse by the bridle and led him to his house, without any of the other two compounded. Arthur just looked really
had crossed the threshold of his mother's house. As was already the first time he had come to Ealdor, the King was out of place among those dark and damp walls. Merlin entrargli felt discomfort in as a trickle of ice and slid back legs, making them soft. As already knew he would, hatred had melted at the sight of Arthur, leaving him desperate and tired.
Maybe he expected a change in the not found. Each piece of Arthur acknowledged that forced him to look away, and then watch it again, and then to recognize another piece of him, another piece, which ... had been his. That's it. It was his first.
"Your mother," asked Arthur, in an apparent effort to be nice.
"And 'Will's mother."
"I'm sorry. I wanted to say hello. "
They stared in silence, and something changed in the expression of Arthur. It was neutral and safe, almost indifferent, but the stiffness disintegrated before the eyes of Merlin. He broke his jaw and muscles of the shoulders, and even Arthur was left tired and confused. Merlin felt a twinge of pain and anger about what might have been.
"You run away. "Arthur said, without giving up at him.
Merlin took a few steps back and leaned with his back to the old oak table. Arthur dominated the room, obviously, and he seemed to choke. He nodded.
"Merlin ..."
His name on the lips of Arthur had been the foundation of every moment, since she ran away from Camelot. But it was canceled by the other items from other lips. Merlin did not move, Arthur was to take a step toward him.
"Merlin?" He called Will out the door. "I am alone. See to be naked. "
world Merlin stopped to contemplate the face of Arthur, who never had been opened and now decipherable. He watched from the audience surprise, incomprehension, anger and pain. Pain more than anything else. He saw that the other closing every door had opened for him, and then he heard the voice of ruthless Will say "Sorry.", And his steps back toward the door and then out, leaving the air breathable.
Arthur was on him, grabbed his arms, pushed him against the table. He seemed speechless for a moment, then clenched his teeth and said, accurately, "Why?" .
Merlin had no response from him, not that Arthur was acceptable. He would not indulge in useless recriminations, still believed to be better than that. He shook his head.
"You owe me more than an explanation." Arthur said, the cover is angry, breathing heavily on him.
"I do not owe you anything." Merlin said quietly, but hated it because it was not true, it was not true for any part of him, and fighting is the anger that the remorse was breaking in two. Arthur's arms pinned him more forcefully.
"Liar." Hissed Arthur, without taking his eyes from her, fiercely.
"You're doing it wrong."
Arthur pulled back immediately, as burned. Let him go and stepped toward the door. In a moment he had recovered his form that he believed inscrutable, but that leaked from too much anger and pain. Merlin shuddered, tired.
"I do not know what I expected." Arthur said.
"I do not know either."
"It was obvious." Arthur continued, although it was clear he had nothing more to say. "I should have known when you ran away."
But it was not true, either. Merlin had seen how the other looked at him before going to marry. Arthur must have known something. Not that it mattered, of course.
"I do not know why I came."
Merlin swallowed the 'not me' he had on his lips. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders.
He had no sense that he came, did not make sense to keep talking. They had no effect, two of them, once there was but it was gone. Merlin was not yet willing to recognize that it was not the fault of Arthur. He could understand, rationally, because he had assisted at every step of the marriage, but the resentment burning inside him since he was gone. They had to finish it only to think of possibilities that had been thrown away. It was just about to say.
"You have time to return to Camelot." He said, however, devoid of tone.
"That 's what you want?" Arthur answered immediately. Then he stopped and stiffened even more, if possible. Merlin knew that he was regretting averglielo asked.
"I do not want anything."
"Liar." Repeated Arthur, without the ferocity of before, but with much more disillusionment. "Anything you want. That - that peasant-"
" Will. "
Arthur looked at him, and it was clear that he was injured, but Merlin could not offer anything to improve the situation. "Yeah. Well.
feel they can not resist a second longer, Merlin turned to the table, where he had placed the buckets, and devoted himself to move around it to fire off. Overturned an immediately. When he turned to follow the trickle of water that is sprinkled throughout the house, he saw that he had Arthur gone.
Title: Betrayal
Fandom: Merlin
Paringa : Merlin / Arthur, Arthur / surprise (not so much, I admit)
Rating: R for this chapter
Disclaimer: No mine Merlin, Arthur is not mine, not mine all that makes their side dish.
Summary: There is always need a wife.
Note: This story is slash. Men with men, yes.
Examination mooooooooolto took me longer than I thought. Here's the third part, it should fail (but I'm pretty sure, eh) the other two.
The sun shone in the sun Ealdor had nothing to Camelot. The light was shining warm and relaxed and quiet spaces with a gradient that Merlin was sure it did not exist anywhere else. He smiled at Will, lying on the grass beside him bitter.
Spring had broken out a couple of weeks. Merlin had arrived three days before, just in time to enjoy the clear sky and gentle breeze blowing against the mountains and moved Will my hair, pushing them over his eyes half shut.
"Do not There's nothing I can say, eh? Nothing that I can ask. "Will said, stretching lazily a leg up to touch her.
Merlin nodded. Will probably not see him, but the question had already been placed (in other ways, of course, and at other times) so many times now that the answer was obvious. It was typical of
Will not accept a defeat, Merlin knew, but could not help but hope that sooner or later his time in Camelot disappear in the minds of everyone else, as he tried to do in his. But
Ealdor was beautiful in the spring, more beautiful than the castle could never be, and his mother was not so time, and Will ran along the river and urged him to swim naked, so there was really a chance that everything will be resolved for the better.
had made love in the old barn at dusk, laughing straw that catch anywhere. They had kissed furiously on the grass and mud and slowly in the first moments of grief. It was beautiful, as it had already been in the past, and would be well, if it was not all wrong.
Merlin had in every corner of the previous life. The knuckles of Arthur, tighten the sheets wet, pushing the stomach with every movement, the tower of Camelot pressed to his every breath, the blonde hair had caught him at heart. The pain did not decrease, because there was no way not to think about. And even resentment, because digging in just got distracted, despite its efforts to fight back. Any movement of
Will was a failure of Arthur, his every expression a betrayal of what Merlin really expected.
"Hunith not surprised not to find in your bed?" Will asked him the next morning, rubbing his tousled head and chest warm. We were woken up by a few minutes and was still trying to get close touch and without intent is too obvious. Admission the barn had been crossed, the light of early morning came only from the spaces between the boards, going to draw irregular stripes on their bodies and everything around it.
"Do not ask questions." Article Merlin languid, sparse hair tickled by the other. "And your mother? Do not wonder why he can not enter the barn? "
" Do you think I fucks the daughter of the midwife. "
Merlin pushed and pulled at once climbed on to hold his hands still. "You suck."
Will let you capture a smile sleepy. From an early age was always bigger than Merlin, he would have enough thrust to break free.
"What? Your King does not use certain words? "Merlin
The jolt forced to hold your breath. In a voice barely altered, said "No one I know uses certain words."
Will easily freed one hand from the power of Merlin, and fared on his face, as if to remove the last traces of sleep. Then he looked more serious than it had been, and somehow more sad.
Merlin hurried to step aside.
chance to relax in order to give back to the Will was really childish, but there was nothing more than desire to avoid looking at that. With a movement
slightly too strong Will grabbed his shoulder and for a moment believed that Merlin would cause him to turn around. Instead his hand went down, sliding along the rough with a caress over the groove of the side arm and stopping.
not weighed as much as it should.
"You think I'm stupid?" Churches. His voice blew on her neck, and Merlin would also have wanted to turn around, but it had nothing to say and a wave of panic, pain and regret the climb was inside. "It did not take long to realize. Not for me. "
" I know. "Merlin whispered back, lying. He had really hoped that no one understood anything.
"He got married."
"I know."
Will was silent for a moment, and Merlin was able to concentrate on his breathing, which amazingly was calmer than he felt. The uncomfortable silence lasted too long, but regretted it the same when Will opened his mouth again.
"But you ..." The sentence was suspended, while the rest is accounted in letters of fire in front of Merlin. "I want to say. Uhm. It 's an idea ... or you ...? "
" O. "Merlin murmured. For a moment you really think that after the admission would be wide open to swallow the earth. Instead, Will laughed. First
with restraint, with gusts that tried to camouflage with a coughing fit, then open with some guffaw, and then burst into laughter bounced off the boards and that full and disheveled hair on the nape of Merlin, still shot and now petrified by surprise.
"What ..." He tried to ask, bewildered, but Will was too busy to listen.
finally turned, and found each other with tears in his eyes from the laughter that kept her belly, still naked.
"What?" He asked again, more forcefully.
"Oh, you can count on Merlin Emrys" He was able to articulate Will "Send him to Camelot for a few years, and will bring the King to bed!"
astonished, Merlin continued to watch it squirm. "Stop." Prov.
"But you're a phenomenon! Of all the boys present at Camelot - I say! - In the kingdom! "
" I did not do it on purpose. "
Will reached out to mess up his hair. The laughter subsided. "I know. Of course you have not done on purpose. You are so. You are distracted for a moment, and you find yourself in the bed of the King "The tone was the same as always, roughly affectionate, and Merlin could not help but be tight when the other opened his arms.
"What a bastard."
Merlin found vindictively agree, but went back the bile in my throat.
somewhere Merlin had always known that Arthur would not let him go.
Not so. Not running away without explanation.
try not to think, because it was already too busy to be content and think about it because it meant hope, and this really could not afford it.
But when he came face to face with the knight of Arthur, he found not to be surprised. Devastated, of course, and destroyed, and saddened but not surprised.
was an evening of April, there was no rain for several days and even if the air had cooled in recent hours, the road and its pebbles were invaded by dust. Merlin kept his head down, forced to watch your step for good because of that had to carry buckets of water at home. Will he ran ahead and disappeared around the corner.
That horse is raising a lot of dust, was the first thing I thought Merlin. We hope it does not come in buckets.
The second was 'Arthur', because Merlin was expecting a horse from day one that he had spent Ealdor.
"Merlin." He said someone over his head.
"Arthur." Merlin said, without look up the mantle of dark horse, feeling infinitely defeated. Then she heard him jump down and easily get closer, the smell and his presence and his body all around Merlin. The shadows of the houses that caressed by Arthur and confused in his tired eyes.
"Come home." He murmured Merlin, piano, although he wanted to say or do anything. But that was not allowed to go as he wanted, he had understood this very well taken the horse by the bridle and led him to his house, without any of the other two compounded. Arthur just looked really
had crossed the threshold of his mother's house. As was already the first time he had come to Ealdor, the King was out of place among those dark and damp walls. Merlin entrargli felt discomfort in as a trickle of ice and slid back legs, making them soft. As already knew he would, hatred had melted at the sight of Arthur, leaving him desperate and tired.
Maybe he expected a change in the not found. Each piece of Arthur acknowledged that forced him to look away, and then watch it again, and then to recognize another piece of him, another piece, which ... had been his. That's it. It was his first.
"Your mother," asked Arthur, in an apparent effort to be nice.
"And 'Will's mother."
"I'm sorry. I wanted to say hello. "
They stared in silence, and something changed in the expression of Arthur. It was neutral and safe, almost indifferent, but the stiffness disintegrated before the eyes of Merlin. He broke his jaw and muscles of the shoulders, and even Arthur was left tired and confused. Merlin felt a twinge of pain and anger about what might have been.
"You run away. "Arthur said, without giving up at him.
Merlin took a few steps back and leaned with his back to the old oak table. Arthur dominated the room, obviously, and he seemed to choke. He nodded.
"Merlin ..."
His name on the lips of Arthur had been the foundation of every moment, since she ran away from Camelot. But it was canceled by the other items from other lips. Merlin did not move, Arthur was to take a step toward him.
"Merlin?" He called Will out the door. "I am alone. See to be naked. "
world Merlin stopped to contemplate the face of Arthur, who never had been opened and now decipherable. He watched from the audience surprise, incomprehension, anger and pain. Pain more than anything else. He saw that the other closing every door had opened for him, and then he heard the voice of ruthless Will say "Sorry.", And his steps back toward the door and then out, leaving the air breathable.
Arthur was on him, grabbed his arms, pushed him against the table. He seemed speechless for a moment, then clenched his teeth and said, accurately, "Why?" .
Merlin had no response from him, not that Arthur was acceptable. He would not indulge in useless recriminations, still believed to be better than that. He shook his head.
"You owe me more than an explanation." Arthur said, the cover is angry, breathing heavily on him.
"I do not owe you anything." Merlin said quietly, but hated it because it was not true, it was not true for any part of him, and fighting is the anger that the remorse was breaking in two. Arthur's arms pinned him more forcefully.
"Liar." Hissed Arthur, without taking his eyes from her, fiercely.
"You're doing it wrong."
Arthur pulled back immediately, as burned. Let him go and stepped toward the door. In a moment he had recovered his form that he believed inscrutable, but that leaked from too much anger and pain. Merlin shuddered, tired.
"I do not know what I expected." Arthur said.
"I do not know either."
"It was obvious." Arthur continued, although it was clear he had nothing more to say. "I should have known when you ran away."
But it was not true, either. Merlin had seen how the other looked at him before going to marry. Arthur must have known something. Not that it mattered, of course.
"I do not know why I came."
Merlin swallowed the 'not me' he had on his lips. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders.
He had no sense that he came, did not make sense to keep talking. They had no effect, two of them, once there was but it was gone. Merlin was not yet willing to recognize that it was not the fault of Arthur. He could understand, rationally, because he had assisted at every step of the marriage, but the resentment burning inside him since he was gone. They had to finish it only to think of possibilities that had been thrown away. It was just about to say.
"You have time to return to Camelot." He said, however, devoid of tone.
"That 's what you want?" Arthur answered immediately. Then he stopped and stiffened even more, if possible. Merlin knew that he was regretting averglielo asked.
"I do not want anything."
"Liar." Repeated Arthur, without the ferocity of before, but with much more disillusionment. "Anything you want. That - that peasant-"
" Will. "
Arthur looked at him, and it was clear that he was injured, but Merlin could not offer anything to improve the situation. "Yeah. Well.
feel they can not resist a second longer, Merlin turned to the table, where he had placed the buckets, and devoted himself to move around it to fire off. Overturned an immediately. When he turned to follow the trickle of water that is sprinkled throughout the house, he saw that he had Arthur gone.
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