(requesting company meme) Arthur was about to shout at Merlin for waking him up, but when he saw his expression, he sighed "Merlin...what's wrong? Do you want to talk about it?"
My muse comes to yours in the middle of the night, very upset and requesting company. How does your muse respond?
It had been instinct what drove Merlin to Arthur’s chambers. Pure and blind instinct. He hadn’t even realized he was going there until he was opening the chambers and gazing at Arthur’s sleepy form. He looked so peaceful, lying on his back, his arms opened at his sides and the sheets sprawled around his waist—a divine person fallen on Earth. The curtains had stayed open and there was a faint ray of moonlight illuminating the room. The whole image was too much for Merlin, who thought—in one splitting second—that he might be dead and the image he was seeing was his cold corpse laying on his death bed.
With a pounding heart and a trembling hand, Merlin stepped closer to the bed and shook Arthur’s shoulder slightly, marvelling on the warm of his skin and the slow rise and fall of his chest. He was alive.
Then Arthur had stirred and was now very much awake and looking at him with an enraged mask, ready to shout at him, but stopped suddenly, now looking at him with concern. His expression must’ve been one of pain and despair. Merlin shook his head, a sad smile adorning his lips. “I’m fine Arthur… I just wanted to…” but he couldn’t finish that thought, the fear, the possibility of losing Arthur during sleep was too fresh still.
“Can I stay with you tonight?”













