Kink Me! #17
Kink Me! #17
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He was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Morgana’s house was mostly empty, Arthurs bed hardly every looked slept in but Arthur was everywhere.
He was sat with Gaius and Kilgharrah and the picnic bench playing chess in the afternoons, he was with Gwaine and Gilli making forts in their garden, he was stood patiently to the side as Percival blushed and stuttered his way through explaining why ‘Fred’ was his favourite tractor.
And Merlin was never far from his side.
Morgana didn’t know how long her brother was planning on staying. When asked he had casually stated that he had a job lined in South America in the next month so not to worry, he would be out of her hair soon. But that had been almost two weeks ago, and Arthur didn’t look any closer to leaving and Merlin was looking more and more pathetic and enamoured every time she saw him.
On the third Tuesday of Arthurs visit Merlin had assaulted Morgana with wide eyes and a guileless smile and forced her to come to his with Arthur to taste a batch of Lancelot’s new vegetable smoothie’s.
So now Morgana sat sipping a mud coloured beverage, picking (what she hoped were) seeds out of her teeth and trying to ignore the way that her brother and the vicar just won’t stop touching each other.
A pat to the shoulder, a touch to the knee, the knock of a foot, the caress of a hand. It was making the air hot and stifling with obvious intent.
Thankfully the doorbell rang just as Arthur looked like he was about to brush Merlin’s fringe from his face. Merlin looked around apologetically and rushed to the door, tripping slightly on the side table on his way.
“Percy! How can I help?” Merlin’s voice waivered through to the living room. Arthur smiled a ridiculously fond smile and got up to inspect the pictures on the mantle place.
“Um...” Percy’s deep voice replied, “I was wondering if you had a moment?”
“Of course, come into the kitchen.” And Merlin and Percy’s voices tapered off as they disappeared behind the kitchen door.
As soon as the door closed Morgana was up off her seat and to the window, helpfully feeding Merlin’s flower box with probably very highly nutritious vegetable smoothie. She sighed in relief as she sank back onto the sofa and turned to eye her brother as he carefully looked over the picture frames crowding the fire place, fingering each frame gently, still with a cold glass of vegetable patch sludge in his hand which he was sipping dutifully.
“Arthur…” Morgana ventured after a few more moments silence, “what are you doing?”
Arthur turned away from the collage of Church events on Merlin’s wall to give her a confused look. “What do you mean?”
“I mean… aren’t you starting that job in South America in a few weeks?”
Arthur paled and looked around the room, at the ceiling, windows, furniture, but didn’t answer. Morgana sighed. It was oh so very typical of her brother.
“You need to decide what you want to do Arthur, before this goes any further.”
Arthur didn’t offer any response but turned his back to her and continued to stare at the pictures on the wall, but Morgana didn’t know if he was actually seeing them anymore.
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