Sir Gawain Drabble Eight
The eighth of my four Sir Gawain challenge drabbles! (yes, really.) The aim was to write 100 words in response to a section of the poem. I have about five more of these to write and post (I'll try to spread the posts over the next couple of days) and then I will post the masterlist, probably on Thursday before I go home.
His thanks are heartfelt, then.
No sooner can he say
how much it matters, when
three kisses come his way.
They stand there, silent. Words have been spoken, and Arthur doesn’t know if the gap between them will ever mend. Merlin isn’t looking at him; he staring, dead-eyed, at the sky, waiting for Arthur’s judgement. Arthur swallows.
“Thank you,” he says hoarsely. “For saving me.”
There’s a pause, and then even Arthur’s instincts are not enough because Merlin has moved so fast, and he’s pressing kisses over Arthur’s face, and Arthur feels like crying and laughing because they have survived mistrust and dragons and betrayal - how could either of them have thought that they wouldn’t survive a bit of magic?
His thanks are heartfelt, then.
No sooner can he say
how much it matters, when
three kisses come his way.
They stand there, silent. Words have been spoken, and Arthur doesn’t know if the gap between them will ever mend. Merlin isn’t looking at him; he staring, dead-eyed, at the sky, waiting for Arthur’s judgement. Arthur swallows.
“Thank you,” he says hoarsely. “For saving me.”
There’s a pause, and then even Arthur’s instincts are not enough because Merlin has moved so fast, and he’s pressing kisses over Arthur’s face, and Arthur feels like crying and laughing because they have survived mistrust and dragons and betrayal - how could either of them have thought that they wouldn’t survive a bit of magic?