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| Merlin Season | post 2 | Rating
(Refer to main page) | 13+ | Characters in the story
| Merlin, Arthur, servant | Pairings
(if needed) | Merlin/OC, Arthur/Gwen, subtext Arthur/Merlin | Word Count
| 1033 | Disclaimer / Warning:
(if needed) | majority of characters extrapolated from BBC reproductions of characters from Arthurian legend |
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Fancy
Merlin withdrew his lips and disentangled his limbs from the recently hired servant he had been 'wooing' during what little spare time he had. He reluctantly unhooked her hands from behind his neck.
"I'm going to be late."
"So you are still my manservant?"
Arthur's voice sounded behind him. How long had he been standing there?
"Aren't you going to introduce us Merlin? I expected you would have learned some manners by now."
Merlin looked from awestruck maid to stern prince and back. Her blankly enamoured expression did nothing for Merlin's manners.
"No, don't think I'll bother. Best be off to fetch your dinner seeing as I'm so terribly late as to make you consider coming down here to get it yourself."
"No, no. You carry on here. I can manage. After all, why should you be expected to fulfil your duties when I can do them for you?"
Merlin stomped off into the kitchens. Arthur shook his head with a soft "tcht" and strolled up to his rooms without sparing the hormonally overloaded servant-girl a cursory glance.
Merlin almost threw the plate in fronmt of Arthur. Several food items leapt overboard as their vessel collided with the table. He'd already started to leave when Arthur calmlt asked "So what's her name?" and took a bite of absconded turnip.
"Doesn't matter now does it?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I won't be kissing her anymore, will I?"
"Whyever not? I'm not locking you in the stocks for making my dinner late once over a girl. It's about time, I was actually starting to wonder."
"Wonder what, exactly?"
"Where my knife had gone. Here it is. So why won't you be kissing her again?"
"You were holding your knife in your hand and wondering where it had gone?"
"Yes. Stop avoiding the real issue here. Why wouldn't you introduce us? You of all people know where my pulverised heart lies. I am not about to try and steal your lady friend away."
"You won't have to. She's never going to look at me like that now is she?"
"Why not? What's wrong with you?"
Merlin stood with his arms down, palms forawrd, expression and posture exclaiming isn't it obvious?!
Arthur quirked one side of his upper lip and shook his head irritably, clearly meaning I really don't see what you're on about.
Merlin grabbed his poorly cut black hair, stuck a finger through a hole in his shirt, lifted a trouser cuff to show a fish-belly white, stick thin hairy leg and finished with a flourishing point with both fingers at his ears. His face declared don't claim you aren't aware of these. Arthur shrugged and swallowed his mouthful.
"There's nothing wrong with you."
"H- , b- , w- ?"
"Your wits however need some improvement."
Merlin threw an apple at him...and missed. Arthur chuckled.
"Everyone looks at you," Merlin moped, flopping to sit grumpily on the edge of Arthur's bed.
"I wish they wouldn't," Arthur muttered into his stein.
Merlin gave a pointedly delivered snort of disbelief. Arthur turned in his chair to look at him.
"When people look at you Merlin they see you. I'm never sure who they think they see when they look at me, only that whoever it is, it isn't me. Even Morgana...You and Guinevere are the only people who see past some gossip-exaggerated daydream image."
"Doesn't stop you being gorgeous in reality though, does it?"
Arthur tossed him a couple of choice pieces of fruit from his bowl. Merlni even managed to catch one.
"Go find your girl..."
"No point. She'll be mooning all over you now," Merlin sulked.
"So tell her I prefer boys," Arthur shrugged.
Merlin snorted louder than before.
"As if anyone would believe that!"
Arthur looked at him in astonishment then turned back to his meal.
"Don't tell me you haven't heard the rumours?" Arthur couldn't help chuckling to himself as he ate then became serious again as Merlin remained silent. Arthur turned a curious expression his puzzled way. "No, I suppose not. If anyone had dared say something like that to you, both Guinevere and Morgana would have..." He noticed Merlin was wearing the I really don't see what you're on about face and stopped. He rapidly swallowed a mouthful of cider, too rapidly. "Trust me, she'll believe it," he wheezed.
Merlin understood once he reached the door and turned back with a grin.
"Are you saying that despite all the women you've publicly fondled, people reckon you prefer men?"
"Not men plural, one man in particular."
Merlin laughed openly. "Who?"
Arthur looked silently at him. He continued to do so without varying expression as Merlin chatted on.
"Come on Arthur. You know I'm not going to say anything. I can't believe I haven't heard any...what? ME?" Merlin performed some astounding facial gymnastics as his brain tumbled and turned. "Why would anyone think you would fancy someone like me?"
"How should I know why they think that? Why would anybody fancy someone who continually puts others first, repeatedly risks his life for family and friends, who despite the hardships of life and obvious distaste for his duties retains the ability to smile and see good in the world?" Arthur pulled a phony thoughtful face. "You're absolutely right, there's no plausible reason anyone, anywhere could fancy you. Such insanity can only be the work of sorcery. We'll hunt the culprit down after morning tea, or rather I will. You'll be sneaking off to snog your little friend..." Merlin was still standing with his hand on the unopened door, "...if you bother getting after her."
"So you think she really fancied me?"
"If she wrapped her leg around you like that without fancying you she's a harlot and not worth your temper tantrum. Get out or I'll make you wear The Hat for a week."
Merlin dashed away, grinning like an idiot. Arthur hoped he wasn't setting his friend up for a fall. If that girl doesn't fancy Merlin she's an idiot as well as a harlot. Then he fell to pondering how he could sneak away for a time tomorrow and convince Guinevere that some casual kissing wouldn't do them any harm either.
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