Sappy Merthur clip
One of them was drunk, here’s a hint. It was not Arthur.
“Merlin.” The King greeted from his desk. Only able to see aforementioned man as a silhouette in the shadows. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again tonight. God knows every time one of the knights goes off with Gwaine for the evening, I don’t see them again until the next sunrise, looking green at the gills.” He smiled small, fondness slowly seeping through him at the thought of his knights. The one’s who fought beside him because they believed in the world he could build.
“M’not one of your knights.” Merlin mumbled, still hesitating to move further into the room where Arthur would see him in the candlelight.
At the slight slur of his speech, Arthur truly looked and saw the way Merlin’s body was being held up by the door, his shoulders dropped, instead of up around his ears in worry.
“You’re drunk, is what you are.” Arthur had to keep in a laugh that bubbled in his chest, lest that be the one thing Merlin remembered tomorrow.
“I am not drunk.” He tried to state.
“Oh, yeah? Come here, then.”
Silence followed his request.
And then shuffling. Merlin lifted his weight off the solid wooden door and slowly made his way across the room.
When he stood a few feet from Arthur’s desk, and remained silent, Arthur poked, gently, enjoying way too much how pink Merlin’s cheeks were even, in the cold stages of autumn outdoors.
“To what do I owe the honor, Emrys?”
Merlin’s skin flared more red than pink, as he fiddled with the edges of loose parchment.
Finally, he shrugged, met Arthur’s piercing gaze and whispered.
“Just wanted t’see you, I guess.”
