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The Tempest Rehearsals (2013)
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#i was crying as i made this gifset because each gif has its own story #this is a gifset about how Daegal knew Merlin would probably be in danger and decided not to let him get too close #but slowly and slowly he realizes that Merlin is different than the rest and that Merlin made him feel like he mattered #when he finally felt for merlin he gave back the apple because merlin was good to him even when Daegal would probably betray him later #and of course he couldn’t leave merlin to die because he felt for merlin in the end even when he tried not to get too attached #he was comfortable with merlin to the point that he even joked with him about not having a sister #and he told merlin he wasn’t a good person and saw that merlin cared a lot about this arthur guy and to be forgiven he had to save arthur #i think the end where he says did i save arthur did i do something good was him asking merlin to forgive him #him asking for repentance and asking did i make you happy as you did me? #and Merlin said YOU DID as in I FORGIVE YOU #and oh my gosh im crying again
Project - GIF all of the Globe Theatre’s 2013 Production of “The Tempest” #27/32
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re the prompt game:
“wearing the other person’s old shirt to sleep better”
OR
“wrapping the other person up in their jacket to stay warm”
or anything on the list! i jusf want to read your take on it :))
You are always welcome in here omg 💗 now for some heartbreak, as a treat!!
sharing clothes prompts
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He was gone. Guinevere knew that. She’d felt it when it happened, as though someone had thrown an ax and cleaved her heart straight in two. She’d fallen to the ground immediately, her body wracked with sobs. Merlin was the only person who could calm her down, convince her to leave where she was and return to her rooms. She hadn’t known how he’d appeared so quickly, but she’d long since stopped questioning his mysterious appearances.
All she noticed was no light remained in either of their eyes.
For days, she couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned in the throes of her grief, mourning the greatest lost she’d felt since her father passed. Arthur was ingrained in her soul, and when he left, he took a piece of her with him.
Gwen trudged through the days with dark shadows beneath her eyes, trying as hard as she could to keep her head above water and the kingdom afloat alongside it.
A month passed, then two. By the third, Merlin’s concern had grown ten sizes.
“You need rest, my lady.”
She looked at him, her eyes, though deeply sad, pricking with the barest hint of her old self as she softly corrected, “Gwen. It’s always been Gwen to you. You know that.”
Even now, in the middle of the night, both of them in nightclothes, hiding away in the kitchen, she was still Gwen, and he Merlin. Their friendship was not so far removed, not so altered, that they could not remain familiar.
“I know that, Your Highness,” Merlin repeated, sighing quietly as he added, “Gwen. I know that. I also know you need rest.”
“I can’t sleep,” she confessed, snapping slightly. “Don’t you think I would if I was able to? I haven’t been able to sleep since he — ”
She couldn’t bring herself to say it, though thankfully she didn’t have to. Merlin nodded, his I know unspoken yet still hovering between them.
“I have an idea,” he said after a moment, offering her his hand. She took it, nodding slowly. He led her back to her own bedroom, rustling around until he produced one of Arthur’s shirts.
“Put this on.”
“What?”
“Just… trust me.”
Though bewildered, she took the shirt from him, disappearing to change.
“You didn’t enchant it, did you?”
“Very funny.”
She reappeared after a few moments, a lightness he hadn’t seen in months briefly returned to her. The shirt was large on her, engulfing her smaller figure beneath it. Merlin cleared his throat, looking away, his cheeks dusted with a light pink.
“Go lay down.”
“All right.”
Guinevere did as she was told, crawling beneath the covers of her bed. She had no idea how this was meant to help her sleep, though her limbs did feel slightly heavier than usual.
“Now breathe.”
She followed his latest instruction, and tears streamed from her eyes after she inhaled. It wasn’t a shock to find the shirt smelled like Arthur, but it was another reminder that he wasn’t here.
“Wait,” she told him, wiping her eyes and sitting up slowly. Merlin stopped, having been carefully moving towards the door as to not disturb her.
“Stay. Come here.”
He heeded Gwen’s command, sitting down at the edge of the bed. She shook her head.
“No, I mean — here.”
She placed a palm on the space next to her. Merlin swallowed nervously, but slid into her bed as she instructed.
Gwen bit down on her lip, deliberating for half a second before she placed a hand on his arm.
“Would you… I mean, would you…?”
She couldn’t get the words out, another tear slipping past her cheek. Thankfully, he could still read her mind after all these years.
“Yes,” he murmured. “Of course.”
Merlin wrapped his arms around her. Not for the first time, they cried together, took turns brushing the water from each other’s faces. Though, when they had both calmed, Guinevere settled back, taking Merlin with her.
“Please don’t disappear,” she whispered. He placed his head down atop hers, and the gesture reminded her so fiercely of her husband that she took a shaky breath to keep herself from breaking down again.
“I won’t,” Merlin whispered. “I promise.”
He wasn’t Arthur. Gwen, however, didn’t want him to be. She wondered what he would have thought, his wife and his advisor huddled together, bound by his memory. She pushed the thought and any remaining guilt away as a yawn arrived. Guinevere settled into Merlin’s chest, listening to his heart as he held her.
For the first time in months, she slept soundly.
An image from “The Darkest Hour (Part 1)” of Gwen smiling at Arthur due to him reminding her of the their first kiss.
it’s so special to me that so much of fan culture is textual analysis for the love of the game. like thank god there are people in my phone who are also thinking about this thing i love so much that they are writing transformative fiction as character studies and setting clips of the show to music with theme-relevant lyrics and writing long text posts analyzing every line of dialogue like!! yay!!!
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