Elusion
Author: kianspo
Title: Elusion
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none explicit, Arthur/Merlin undertones if you squint
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: See prompt.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 168
Prompt: #14: Reflection
Author's Notes: It was meant as a contemplation, but it turned out a bit angsty.
At some point, it would occur to Merlin that he’d never really known Arthur at all.
Oh, he’d become intimately familiar with the man over the years. He’d known Arthur the selfish spoiled prat of the days when they first met; Arthur the obedient son who picked the damndest times to defy his father; Arthur the hero, readily sacrificing himself for others; Arthur the arrogant arsehole, turning away from his only true friend. He’d caught a glimpse of Arthur the lover (always hilarious), and Arthur the faithful knight to his Lady. Arthur the prince, Arthur the king, Arthur the man with his heart broken.
None of it had ever been the one true image. Standing so close, Merlin could no more capture him than the surface of a forest lake could capture his likeness. The wind would only have to whisper, and Arthur’s perfect reflection would split into a hundred imperfect moments. A smile here. A frown there.
Tears. Laughter.
Hatred. Love.
Fear.
Faith.
Ripples in the water.
Title: Elusion
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none explicit, Arthur/Merlin undertones if you squint
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: See prompt.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 168
Prompt: #14: Reflection
Author's Notes: It was meant as a contemplation, but it turned out a bit angsty.
At some point, it would occur to Merlin that he’d never really known Arthur at all.
Oh, he’d become intimately familiar with the man over the years. He’d known Arthur the selfish spoiled prat of the days when they first met; Arthur the obedient son who picked the damndest times to defy his father; Arthur the hero, readily sacrificing himself for others; Arthur the arrogant arsehole, turning away from his only true friend. He’d caught a glimpse of Arthur the lover (always hilarious), and Arthur the faithful knight to his Lady. Arthur the prince, Arthur the king, Arthur the man with his heart broken.
None of it had ever been the one true image. Standing so close, Merlin could no more capture him than the surface of a forest lake could capture his likeness. The wind would only have to whisper, and Arthur’s perfect reflection would split into a hundred imperfect moments. A smile here. A frown there.
Tears. Laughter.
Hatred. Love.
Fear.
Faith.
Ripples in the water.