Who: Arthur and Merlin
What: Frolicking about in the park. Oh, and some flying.
Where: The park/playground
When: BACKDATED; Afternoon the day Uther is seventeen
Rating: PG, for excessive fluffing
Status: Slightly incomplete
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Just think happy thoughts, and they lift you high into the air! )
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"Of course, I'm not."
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As they rose several more inches, Merlin let them slow to a gentle drift. He tugged Arthur close again, knowing he really should be taking advantage of Arthur's obvious fear, and taunting him the way Arthur would him. But instead, he found himself smiling into Arthur's neck and tightening his arms. "Don't worry, Arthur. I won't let you fall."
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Merlin's feet did not count.
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Before Arthur could respond, he removed his arms from around Arthur and backed away from the embrace. "Just trust me, alright?" He warned as he did so. His grip now remained only on Arthur's upper arms. Then he moved his hands carefully down to take Arthur's tightly.
They were standing-- well, floating-- apart now, connected only by Merlin's hands holding Arthur's. It was a lot easier to navigate through the air if his face wasn't buried in Arthur's shoulder.
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