Kink Me! #5
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“I didn’t- I thought-” Merlin fumbled over his words, unused to having to explain himself so quickly, so desperately. The Prince didn’t seem to have the patience for it - like Arthur ever did, Merlin thought… but then again, he didn’t need to have patience for a servant. The Prince could act however he wanted towards Merlin, and Merlin had no right to complain. No right at all. And yet…
“Out with it, Merlin. I haven’t got all night.”
“I thought you wouldn’t want me here, sire. Forgive me.”
The Prince leaned back into his seat heavily, eyebrows up so high they disappeared into his hairline. His hair was getting rather long, Merlin noticed; he would have to cut it soon, maybe tomorrow, maybe-
“Forgive you?” the Prince repeated, sounding incredulous, surprised. Merlin couldn’t imagine why.
For the servant’s eyes were already roaming, looking around the room for the scissors, unable to get the thought out of his mind that there was something to be done, something that he must do- At the Prince’s word, though, he forced himself to focus. “Yes sire. I’m truly sorry, I-”
“Alright,” he broke in, “What do you want.”
“Sire?”
“You heard me, Merlin. What do you want? You’re never this respectful unless you want something. Are you in trouble?” he ranted, voice growing in strength and sarcasm. “Is it Gaius, or Gwen? Have you broke something, or angered someone, or, I don’t know, is a kitten stuck up a chimney or something else so ridiculous that you were too stupid to keep your nose out of? Well? What is it this time?”
“There’s nothing, sire,” Merlin licked his lips, one of those bad habits of lying. Was he lying? He wasn’t sure. “I wouldn’t trouble you with anything,” he added, and surely that was the truth.
Yet once more Arthur looked cut off at the knees, surprised and almost… hurt? But that was ridiculous. The Prince couldn’t possibly care about what his manservant did or thought. No, Merlin was imagining things; the Prince was just surprised he wasn’t in trouble. His manservant was often in trouble and causing him problems. And even if it was sometimes justified, because… well, even if it… well, no matter, he concluded. It wouldn’t be happening any more.
“Was there anything you needed me for, sire?”
Arthur looked at him like he thought him daft. “Need you for…” he murmured derisively. “Nothing, it would seem. I don’t need you for anything.”
There was an old ache there, the words causing a painful, familiar twist in his gut, something deep and personal even when he knew Arth -the Prince was only confirming what they both knew to be true. He’d done all that was required of him; the pain faded as quick as the longing until it was but an echo of feeling.
When the Prince spoke again, saying “You’re dismissed,” Merlin had already turned to the door. There was an awkward moment with the two of them paused together, but then Arthur barked a sharp “Go.” Merlin went.
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The poor little lamb!
This is good stuff anon, I can't wait for more.
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I'll keep checking this for updates! :-)
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I'm dying to read more!!
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I hope there will be more soon!
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