My beautiful, silly boys. They're so confused and earnest and painfully young. And they're going to have such adventures together, drive each other crazy with irritation, bitching and bantering, quite quite sure the other is a complete moron and put on earth to be the plague of their existence (and yet somehow the niftiest, most amazing person they've ever met, though this is not to be mentioned ever).
They're going to save each other again and again--until at last the myth inescapably closes over them and everything fails, falling apart.
But even that won't be the end. Not really. As
p_zeitgeist says: Merlin never grows old. Arthur never dies.
Someday, they'll have another chance to get everything right.
*sigh* I haven't felt a fannish infatuation like this in years. It's marvelous and I plan to wring every last drop of enjoyment from it I can. In short: ♥