Merlin Ficlet: Restored
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annundrielRandom Merlin fic is random.
I was looking for something else in one of my notebooks today and found this from last March. I believe it's something that was going to be the end of a much larger story that I will (probably) never have the energy or patience to write. It was something of a ghost story, in which Arthur was attacked with powerful magic and Merlin died. Or at least they thought he did. Sometime afterward, Arthur begins to notice things in his quarters are moved or tidied. At first he thinks it's a new servant he never sees because he dislikes spending time in his rooms now. But then he notices that they're done like Merlin used to do them.
Eventually Merlin comes back as it turns out he was just shunted off to another dimension or the space between dimensions or some other magic-related thing. And all of the stuff in Arthur's rooms/around Arthur was Merlin attempting to re-manifest himself in the right place. Or something.
I've got lots of notes on it, but nothing ironed out save for a few specific scenes that were just waiting in my head. This is one of them and doesn't actually need any of that explanation because it works just fine on it's own I think. You can fill in your own backstory.
Arthur, Merlin. Pre-slash. G. 200 words. No spoilers.
Restored
Merlin stands awkwardly near the door. He looks exactly the same, which is both something of a relief and somewhat unsettling. Merlin was gone. They’d thought he was dead. And yet here he stands, looking no different than he did all those months ago.
Arthur is so glad to see him he feels like he could burst with it.
There are so many things he should say, too many of them embarrassing and sentimental and unexamined. Instead he says, “Back for good then?” and tries to make it sound like this isn’t the best news Arthur’s ever received.
Merlin shrugs. “Looks like.” He doesn’t move, just watches Arthur, eyes wide and round, more blue than Arthur remembers.
He wants to say something to break this strange tension between them, put them back on familiar ground. Joke about Merlin’s ridiculous tendency to jump in harm’s way, or scold him for scaring them all.
“Good,” he says. His voice is rough and his skin is too hot only because he is standing too close to the fire. “That’s good.”
Merlin smiles at him, sweet and shy and familiar and strange, and Arthur revels in the way his heart races at the sight.
I was looking for something else in one of my notebooks today and found this from last March. I believe it's something that was going to be the end of a much larger story that I will (probably) never have the energy or patience to write. It was something of a ghost story, in which Arthur was attacked with powerful magic and Merlin died. Or at least they thought he did. Sometime afterward, Arthur begins to notice things in his quarters are moved or tidied. At first he thinks it's a new servant he never sees because he dislikes spending time in his rooms now. But then he notices that they're done like Merlin used to do them.
Eventually Merlin comes back as it turns out he was just shunted off to another dimension or the space between dimensions or some other magic-related thing. And all of the stuff in Arthur's rooms/around Arthur was Merlin attempting to re-manifest himself in the right place. Or something.
I've got lots of notes on it, but nothing ironed out save for a few specific scenes that were just waiting in my head. This is one of them and doesn't actually need any of that explanation because it works just fine on it's own I think. You can fill in your own backstory.
Arthur, Merlin. Pre-slash. G. 200 words. No spoilers.
Restored
Merlin stands awkwardly near the door. He looks exactly the same, which is both something of a relief and somewhat unsettling. Merlin was gone. They’d thought he was dead. And yet here he stands, looking no different than he did all those months ago.
Arthur is so glad to see him he feels like he could burst with it.
There are so many things he should say, too many of them embarrassing and sentimental and unexamined. Instead he says, “Back for good then?” and tries to make it sound like this isn’t the best news Arthur’s ever received.
Merlin shrugs. “Looks like.” He doesn’t move, just watches Arthur, eyes wide and round, more blue than Arthur remembers.
He wants to say something to break this strange tension between them, put them back on familiar ground. Joke about Merlin’s ridiculous tendency to jump in harm’s way, or scold him for scaring them all.
“Good,” he says. His voice is rough and his skin is too hot only because he is standing too close to the fire. “That’s good.”
Merlin smiles at him, sweet and shy and familiar and strange, and Arthur revels in the way his heart races at the sight.
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Date: 2010-01-29 03:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-30 06:37 am (UTC)I'm glad this gives off those vibes!