Kink Me! #28
Kink Me! #28
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Meeting his father for the first time was an awkward affair. Merlin was sixteen - an adult by his own standards. His mother had never spoken much about the man, except that he was a doctor.
‘We haven’t known each other for long,’ she explained after he had drilled her long enough. ‘And we were separated before I found out I was pregnant.’
‘If you were both doctors how come you didn’t know about contraception?’ Merlin asked another time, in a fit of childish rage. His mother only smiled.
He learned later about Doctors Without Borders. His mother had gone on one mission and came back pregnant, and then a small child kept her home. The story was so Hollywood-clichéd Merlin couldn’t help but laugh at her.
He laughed even harder, although much more hysterically, when Balinor finally found them. He showed up one evening on their doorstep, sun-tanned and bearded like a wild man. Merlin slipped away quietly while his parents fought and shouted and laughed, catching up on sixteen years of stolen time. He crashed at Arthur’s place. Arthur didn’t ask any questions.
That trip was Balinor’s idea. He tried to build a bond with his almost-adult son. Merlin didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was a lost cause, but he liked the man well enough. He sounded bitter and cynical when talking about his work but something kept drawing him back in, and Merlin admired those moments of child-like idealism. It reminded him of his mother, who had never lost that.
They spent an afternoon wandering around the woods, mostly silent. It somehow brought them together in a way that forced conversations never could. And, week after that, they came back.
It starts to rain.
Merlin pulls on the rain-coat. It is bright-yellow and unspeakably ugly and he should really buy himself a new one. Or let Arthur buy it for him. And then he remembers that Arthur probably won’t be buying him anything anytime soon.
It’s almost noon. He stands up straight and stretches. Mud is clinging to his shoes and he lifts his feet with a sucking noise that makes him giggle like a girl. Then he spins around, catching raindrops on his face and outstretched tongue.
They saw Balinor off at the airport - Merlin, his mother and Uncle Gaius. Balinor kissed Hunith goodbye for solid five minutes, while Merlin tried valiantly not to either blush or vomit.
It was supposed to be the last trip Balinor did, and in a sense it was. Merlin liked to think he died doing something heroic, but it could have just as well been an accident.
It keeps raining, heavier and heavier by the second. In no time Merlin’s drenched to the bone. He tries to find some shelter beneath the trees but he swears the rain is almost horizontal.
He makes sure to get a clear view of the path. It’s barely wide enough for one car and even then it had better be a good one, because the ruts are deep and overflowing with mud.
Arthur was very put upon when Merlin refused to let him come to the forest on a Sunday morning. It was a ritual by now, something that helped Merlin keep himself grounded. He could think there, alone in the woods. It was also a memorial for a man he barely knew but still missed. Having Arthur there wouldn’t be the same.
And yet Arthur came to pick Merlin up. The entire gleaming body of his sleek, red car was splattered with mud, and Arthur was wearing a look of quiet despair when he got out. Merlin nearly doubled over laughing, but he kissed Arthur stupid because that was a sacrifice that shouldn’t go unnoticed.
That was a new ritual for them - Merlin would get up on the first Sunday of the month and go for a walk. At noon, Arthur would pick him up and then they would go for lunch.
It is noon. Arthur isn’t there.
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