Fic: For a Thousand More
Title: For a Thousand More
Author: kuro_nyoko
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Words: 523
Genre: Gen/Romance
Prompt: Here. Also inspired by Christina Perri's song A Thousand Years.
Summary: Merlin guards the lake of Avalon, waiting patiently for Arthur's return until the day everything changes.
Day after day, year after year I circle this lake, waiting.
I keep moving only because of the knowledge that this lake will one day return to me the most precious person in my world: My prince. My King. My love.
I do love him, I realized centuries ago.
From the moment I met him as an arrogant, spoiled, prince to the moment I held him in his final moments, I loved him.
We never spoke the words but we had no need to. After the third or fourth time you risk your lives for one another, it becomes something that can go unsaid.
I didn’t even need to hear his “thank you.” It was there in his forgiveness and understanding. But all the same, those are the most precious words I have ever heard and I hold them tenderly in my heart.
I begged him to stay with me, to hold on, though I knew, second by second he was slipping away from me. I cried on this lakeside a millennium ago. I mourned. I mourn. Though through it all I have known our journey was not at its end.
He is close. Every day he is closer than the last. I can see it in my face as lines fade, the white now gone from my beard. I can feel it in my veins as I can my magic.
Today as I walk, I trip over my feet, my usual clumsiness sending me to the ground this time. A few whispered words cushion my fall to save myself a trip to the hospital and a broken bone.
“You’re so clumsy, Merlin,” Arthur says, annoyed, as usual. “Who taught you how to walk? A newborn foal?”
Long gone are the days of bandits and thieves who would threaten me with swords. I save my magic now for small things such as breaking a fall and the occasional child whose day I know will be brightened by a chocolate coin appearing from behind their ear.
I start to move and a hand grips my elbow. Someone is hauling me up.
“You idiot, I don’t pay you to sit and lay about all day. Get up off your lazy backside!” Arthur yells with little heat and a smirk.
“Are you alright?” A voice asks me, kind and caring. I smile softly to myself, always happy when a stranger’s kindness is pointed in my direction.
“Did the sidewalk bite you?” The voice teases. “You really should watch where you’re going.”
I meet deep blue eyes and a millennium falls away and I am falling all over again into a world of magic and dragons and knights and nobility.
He is returned to me: my lion-hearted love, my life, my reason to breathe, my reason to be.
My king.
He looks at me, puzzled and amused, as most of the people in this town do at the strange, funny looking man who guards the lake, until a grin slowly takes over his face, brilliant and bright, just as it has been in every treasured memory I have of him.
I have returned to him.
Author: kuro_nyoko
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Words: 523
Genre: Gen/Romance
Prompt: Here. Also inspired by Christina Perri's song A Thousand Years.
Summary: Merlin guards the lake of Avalon, waiting patiently for Arthur's return until the day everything changes.
Day after day, year after year I circle this lake, waiting.
I keep moving only because of the knowledge that this lake will one day return to me the most precious person in my world: My prince. My King. My love.
I do love him, I realized centuries ago.
From the moment I met him as an arrogant, spoiled, prince to the moment I held him in his final moments, I loved him.
We never spoke the words but we had no need to. After the third or fourth time you risk your lives for one another, it becomes something that can go unsaid.
I didn’t even need to hear his “thank you.” It was there in his forgiveness and understanding. But all the same, those are the most precious words I have ever heard and I hold them tenderly in my heart.
I begged him to stay with me, to hold on, though I knew, second by second he was slipping away from me. I cried on this lakeside a millennium ago. I mourned. I mourn. Though through it all I have known our journey was not at its end.
He is close. Every day he is closer than the last. I can see it in my face as lines fade, the white now gone from my beard. I can feel it in my veins as I can my magic.
Today as I walk, I trip over my feet, my usual clumsiness sending me to the ground this time. A few whispered words cushion my fall to save myself a trip to the hospital and a broken bone.
“You’re so clumsy, Merlin,” Arthur says, annoyed, as usual. “Who taught you how to walk? A newborn foal?”
Long gone are the days of bandits and thieves who would threaten me with swords. I save my magic now for small things such as breaking a fall and the occasional child whose day I know will be brightened by a chocolate coin appearing from behind their ear.
I start to move and a hand grips my elbow. Someone is hauling me up.
“You idiot, I don’t pay you to sit and lay about all day. Get up off your lazy backside!” Arthur yells with little heat and a smirk.
“Are you alright?” A voice asks me, kind and caring. I smile softly to myself, always happy when a stranger’s kindness is pointed in my direction.
“Did the sidewalk bite you?” The voice teases. “You really should watch where you’re going.”
I meet deep blue eyes and a millennium falls away and I am falling all over again into a world of magic and dragons and knights and nobility.
He is returned to me: my lion-hearted love, my life, my reason to breathe, my reason to be.
My king.
He looks at me, puzzled and amused, as most of the people in this town do at the strange, funny looking man who guards the lake, until a grin slowly takes over his face, brilliant and bright, just as it has been in every treasured memory I have of him.
I have returned to him.