Maybe itâs my love for agonist with comfort but I would like to think the Arther and Merlinâs arguments got intense. Whether it be about something about âgiving someone a second chanceâ which Merlin always favored for, or âItâs for the greater goodâ which Arthur always fought for. But, they would find a way to settle despite the disagreement and find a way to comfort each other in their own âIâm still angry at you but I canât fight you for too longâ ways.
My reimagination of Merlin vouching for Lancelot after it is known that Lancelot forged its title to become a knight, followed by Arther stubbornness to look past it and see a single positive.
âHe saved my life.â Merlin says, solid and undetering. He was seconds away from death if it werenât for Lancelot who risked his own life to save his. The knight had shown bravery that was way beyond any other that Merlin had come by- and of course Arther might be slight bit higher on the list of brave and courageous, but Merlin wouldnât want to makes the princes head float any higher- and to think a single piece of paper was preventing him from reaching his caliber was exhausting to Merlin.
If it was even possible to make a horrible situation even worse, Arther wasnât even trying to see it his way. âI understand that, but he lied and cheated. No man in Camelot who lies and cheats should hold a titleâ Arther adds, walking over to his table in his room, his eyes falling onto the forged document making him sigh as his eyes flutters close for a moment to compose himself. Merlin wasnât all wrong in his speech, the man showed bravery, and he was beyond excellent with the sword. There werenât many knights that Arther could say stood on the same pedestal with him in sparring one on one. It was impressive and if he was being honest, fun. And most important among all the valid reasons, he saved Merlin when Arthur couldnât. Yet, all comes crashing down because he did lie and he did hide; Arther lets a huff and finally looks at Merlin who stands much further away from the prince.
Arther has to push a strange feeling of discomfort seeing Merlin give such distance between them. Yet at the same time he thinks to do the same. Merlin needs to underhand that not everything works out just because of one good deed, there are rules and regulations for a reason-
âBefore you start with the âthere are rules talkâ please consider that the man risked his life-â Merlinâs pleading now, heâs looking desperate, âthat must count for something, there must be things we can overlook?â Merlin asks, taking a step towards him, and Arther thinks that if he stays quiet and lets Merlin keep talking he could close in the horrible distance thatâs been created, but he stops after the one. Merlinâs searching for any breaks in Arther expressions, a softness that might give away any hope that the prince might change his mind and find a way. Because if there isnât any hope for a knight as benevolent as Lancelot, there might be nothing for him. For a second it does, and Merlin almost relaxes his tense shoulders, then the prince is pursing his lips together and crossing his arms over his chest, as if to end the conversation before it continues.
âCrimes canât be overlooked Merlin, you should understand that by now,â Arther turns his back afraid that a little more time looking at Merlinâs dark eyes he might reconsider. âDrop this, it will lead nowhere.â
âIf it werenât me would you have said the same..â Merlin says, not as a question but as a statement, because deep down inside he knows the ugly truth. However the prince feels as if heâs been shot with an arrow right where it hurts. âWhat-â Arther replies, there is anger brimming in his speech because how dare he be accused of that. The prince turns, deliberately taking his time to meet his manservant- and thatâs when the hurts bubbles in. Merlin looks as if he believes it. Looks as if his words were true- even though they were the furthest away from it. Arther might take great pride in his men and put making them perform for their duty his duty, but no amount of pride could stand over the need he has for his person. Arthur wants to convey this compassion, this debilitating need, but his words comes with fury of an impatient lion.
âYou accuse your future King of such treason-!â
âItâs not treason Iâm pointing out what I see-â
âI have heard enough!â
Arthur bangs his hand against the table he stands in front off, Merlin swears he sees wood chips fly off. The price is marching over towards Merlin and the young warlock wants to run away, every tingle in his body tells him heâs in danger yet he doesnât move because in the end itâs only Arthur. The prince aggressively pushes the man making him tumble but catch himself on the nearest pillar. Arthur cages him in and meet his gaze.
âEvery one of my knights would do anything to save their peopleâ Arthur says in surety and the warlock believes it. The knights would, but not for the people but for their prince. The prince continues before Merlin could formulate another thought, âEspecially⊠if it was you!â
Arthur roars and Merlinâs ears start to ring.
The prince holds the warlocks shoulders as if he might run away and he wasnât far off because Merlin was too afraid of what might come next that he thinks to push past.
âYou think Iâll let them walk another day knowing they let you go⊠Merlin, Iâd kill them.â
âYouâre just saying things nowâŠâ Merlin comments, wanting to laugh because the hope was blinding. He looks away unable to meet with the surety in the princes eyes. But Arthur grips his chin and forces their eyes to lock once more.
âWhat that knight did, he was meant to do. Itâs treason to not protect what the future king owns.â
Somewhere along the way Arthurâs hand had traveled to Merlinâs waist while the other held Merlinâs wrist right above his head.
âYou were mine the day you were stupid enough to save me. Now I have to live mine saving yours.â Arthur admits and Merlin eyes widen for a second before squeezing shut as Arthurâs lips meet the sensitive skin of Merlinâs neck. For many heavily moments the prince traces a map across it to finally travel up and meet Merlinâs own. He looks up for Merlin and despite what takes place Arthur conveys the needs for permission. This time Merlin huffs a smile with annoyance behind it, as his free hand reaches the golden hair of the prince to pull him away enough to shoot a raised eyebrow, with an astounding amount of smugness.
âDid the king forget whatâs his, already?â Merlin asks.
Arthur rolls his eyes, relishes in the way the pull of his hair feels and finally gives in the young warlock enough to take his breath away.
I have finished Merlin, the obsession lingers but supernatural is making it hard to hold on. Iâm shifting to a darker side. The two wolfs inside of me are fighting-
