Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
I. Like Dreamers Do
It starts with dreams. Dreams beyond anything I could have imagined.
Night after night, when I close my eyes and slip into sleep, the dreams assault me with the most exquisite pleasure I have ever known. Visions come to me as sweet as honey: lovely buxom maidens, sometimes one and sometimes many. So many beautiful women with hair ( Read more... )
I'm not sure that I'd ever revisit these two, but, in my own headcanon, they are happy...of a sort.
Merlin is as loving with Arthur as an incubus knows how to be. Since he can be with the same human over and over and lavish attention on him without killing him, Merlin was able to actually build an emotional attachment to Arthur, although in sort of a Master/sub, Parent/child sort of way.
Arthur is ecstatic at being Merlin's "kept boy", as it was what he desired most anyway. He does have free will, of a sort. It is more that he is so enthralled with Merlin and the pleasure he receives from him that he no longer knows to want any other kind of life. He's been whisked away from the reality that would have tethered him to doubt and now only knows this existence. So, yes...he's happy, but in a sort of Stockholm Syndrome way.
The things that made Arthur the Prince of Camelot: duty to his people, love of his homeland, etc...all those things no longer have any meaning to him.
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