Merlin: plucking the stars from the sky | falcon | G | S2 spoilersanywherebeyondNovember 25 2009, 17:40:54 UTC
Merlin: plucking the stars from the sky | falcon | secrets upon secrets | to give the truth is to grow | another once upon a time | imagined memories | creative uses of magic
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"I could call that falcon down for you," Merlin told Arthur.
It was only a falcon in theory. Its cry cut through the night, proving it was there, but hiding all the same. Their campfire barely lit the clearing in the Darkling Wood.
Trees rose around them, stretching to the sky. They had more shadows than secrets, the sky a black velvet shroud held aloft by tangling branches. The sky was so black, that its stars beckoned, and Merlin reached up.
"Or crown you with stars. Gadriaþ styrr," he murmured, and his eyes flashed silver. A single, starry light appeared between his fingers, and he set it in the air. He plucked another, and three more, and set them to spinning lazily in a band that would sit perfectly on Arthur's brow
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Re: Merlin: plucking the stars from the sky | falcon | G | S2 spoilersmoonlitpinesDecember 15 2009, 23:44:56 UTC
This is so beautiful, I particularly loved Merlin's version of how Camelot should be. It's so poignant, especially since it's all beginning to set up for the great fall it eventually takes.
Lancelot: Knighthood | PG | Series Two Spoilersangelqueen04November 25 2009, 17:54:25 UTC
Lancelot: knighthood
~*~The first time Lancelot was knighted, he had knelt before Uther Pendragon with a tight knot in his stomach. He well knew the King's liking for pomp and ceremony, as well as what so often happened when a person displeased him. The fact that he was only there because of Merlin's mysterious interference and a bit of luck had not helped
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Merlin/Arthur; Up All Night; No Spoilers; PGfieryliesNovember 25 2009, 23:20:55 UTC
There they sit, by the fire, by the warmth, close and smiling. They smile warmly, languidly relaxing by the fire, the cold from the stone floor all but gone from their minds (sadly not from their butts, though only Merlin worried about this; Arthur took all the pillows and is sitting his princely ass on them). Stretching, Arthur's bare toes reaching out towards the fireplace, sighing after a good day
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Arthur/Gwen, lament; Gwen/Lancelot, realise your own worth; PG, no spoilersinfernallyslyNovember 25 2009, 23:56:41 UTC
"Lament" (angst ahoy!)
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The hall is ringing with laughter and merriment. Lips are stained red with wine and belts are loosened by a notch.
Arthur sits next to her, but the distance between them is immeasurable. He is keeping a smile on his face - through sheer force of will, she reckons. His eyes are weary, though he would tell her he is happy if she asked.
He only truly looks comfortable when he is fighting, when blades clash and he falls upon his enemies with fury.
She has always believed in him - she had had to believe in him, because sometimes there had been nothing to sustain her but hope. Now, though, she has no trust in herself, no belief that she can lift his mood or curb his sorrow. He never complains, never asks for privilege now that she has forged him into the very model of a selfless man
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Arthur and Uther: sleeping | PG-13 | Series Two Spoilersangelqueen04November 26 2009, 01:10:36 UTC
Arthur and Uther: sleeping
~*~Arthur sniffled in his sleep, tossing and turning beneath the furs on his bed as he struggled to get comfortable. After several moments, he quieted and seemed to rest more easily
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"I could call that falcon down for you," Merlin told Arthur.
It was only a falcon in theory. Its cry cut through the night, proving it was there, but hiding all the same. Their campfire barely lit the clearing in the Darkling Wood.
Trees rose around them, stretching to the sky. They had more shadows than secrets, the sky a black velvet shroud held aloft by tangling branches. The sky was so black, that its stars beckoned, and Merlin reached up.
"Or crown you with stars. Gadriaþ styrr," he murmured, and his eyes flashed silver. A single, starry light appeared between his fingers, and he set it in the air. He plucked another, and three more, and set them to spinning lazily in a band that would sit perfectly on Arthur's brow ( ... )
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Really gorgeous and evocative!
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~*~The first time Lancelot was knighted, he had knelt before Uther Pendragon with a tight knot in his stomach. He well knew the King's liking for pomp and ceremony, as well as what so often happened when a person displeased him. The fact that he was only there because of Merlin's mysterious interference and a bit of luck had not helped ( ... )
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A very apt description of Lancelot. Great job!
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(angst ahoy!)
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The hall is ringing with laughter and merriment. Lips are stained red with wine and belts are loosened by a notch.
Arthur sits next to her, but the distance between them is immeasurable. He is keeping a smile on his face - through sheer force of will, she reckons. His eyes are weary, though he would tell her he is happy if she asked.
He only truly looks comfortable when he is fighting, when blades clash and he falls upon his enemies with fury.
She has always believed in him - she had had to believe in him, because sometimes there had been nothing to sustain her but hope. Now, though, she has no trust in herself, no belief that she can lift his mood or curb his sorrow. He never complains, never asks for privilege now that she has forged him into the very model of a selfless man ( ... )
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~*~Arthur sniffled in his sleep, tossing and turning beneath the furs on his bed as he struggled to get comfortable. After several moments, he quieted and seemed to rest more easily ( ... )
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