I will trick or treat on tumblr! Merlin please. I am a scary vampire.
You are a very scary vampire! Have some Love is Never Lost (currently in its draft stages - so many WiPs 😅)
A rattle at the door made him look up, and he watched Merlin carry in his midday meal on a tray. Once, he would have been all smiles and jokes, kicking the door shut in his wake. Now, he balanced the tray on one hand and eased the panel closed on its hinges without a sound: the perfect vision of servitude. Arthur hated it. 'Lunch, Your Highness.' He hated that, too. Merlin rarely ever called him by any kind of title, and when he did it was the same grossly incorrect "Sire" that the knights used. Technically, that term only belonged to the ruling monarch. "Your Highness" was the right title for the crown prince, but until a few days ago, Arthur would have bet good money that Merlin neither knew nor cared about such etiquette. Merlin placed the tray in front of Arthur, keeping both hands in plain sight. Before, he would have snatched a morsel with a cheeky grin and set about faffing with Arthur's things, but now he simply stepped back, pale and ghostly, waiting for his next order. Well, Arthur had one for him. 'Tell me what's wrong.' He made it a command, one like he used on the knights. Normally, it never failed to draw out the truth, but Merlin kept his eyes downcast, fixed on the floor. Of course, as a servant, he wasn't technically meant to meet Arthur's gaze, but Merlin had never cared about that kind of thing before. Something had changed, and whatever it was, Arthur was determined to change it back.
(Drop "trick or treat" in my ask box for snippets, facts and other fic things - fandoms are Merlin, Sherlock, Fullmetal Alchemist and Hobbit if you want to specify 🎃)
