Fic: Tatters and Ghosts
Title: Tatters and Ghosts
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: N/A
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Arthur and Merlin raid a sorcerer's tower and find something odd.
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 292
Prompt: #40 Leather
Author's Notes: I've decided that Merlin is a deadbeat dragon dad.
The knights fanned out around them as they stepped into the top room of the sorcerer's tower. Arthur spared a few glances for Gwaine, Percival, and Elyon as he directed them to cover the exits. Then he turned his attention to the frightening clutter of arcane objects littering the bookshelves and tables. Merlin wandered off on his own, blue eyes bright with calculation, as though he saw something the rest of them did not. Arthur supposed that, working with a physician as learned as Gaius, he did. Could probably rattle off a dozen uses for all these foul-smelling herbs.
The king couldn't help curling his lip a bit as he examined one of the work tables. It was scattered with unsavory ingredients and strange items fashioned from unthinkable sources. He wondered idly what sort of animal had been used to make the bone-handled knife sticking out of a bowl of reptile eyes. He decided that he didn't want to know, and was about to turn away when the snowy-white corner of some sort of cloth caught his eye. He pulled it out from underneath several books and a bottle of pickled unmentionables. As his fingers brushed the surface, he realized it was leather: the softest, most supple leather he had ever seen.
Merlin wandered up then, and Arthur showed him the scrap. "What do make of this? I've never seen such quality. It certainly didn't come from any cattle I've ever seen."
His servant stared, his face turning as white as the mysterious fragment. "It's dragonskin." His voice was a hollow, gutted whisper. Arthur nearly shivered at the sound of it. Before he could ask what had so disturbed his friend, Merlin turned, eyes shining in the torchlight, and retreated to the stairwell.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: N/A
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Arthur and Merlin raid a sorcerer's tower and find something odd.
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 292
Prompt: #40 Leather
Author's Notes: I've decided that Merlin is a deadbeat dragon dad.
The knights fanned out around them as they stepped into the top room of the sorcerer's tower. Arthur spared a few glances for Gwaine, Percival, and Elyon as he directed them to cover the exits. Then he turned his attention to the frightening clutter of arcane objects littering the bookshelves and tables. Merlin wandered off on his own, blue eyes bright with calculation, as though he saw something the rest of them did not. Arthur supposed that, working with a physician as learned as Gaius, he did. Could probably rattle off a dozen uses for all these foul-smelling herbs.
The king couldn't help curling his lip a bit as he examined one of the work tables. It was scattered with unsavory ingredients and strange items fashioned from unthinkable sources. He wondered idly what sort of animal had been used to make the bone-handled knife sticking out of a bowl of reptile eyes. He decided that he didn't want to know, and was about to turn away when the snowy-white corner of some sort of cloth caught his eye. He pulled it out from underneath several books and a bottle of pickled unmentionables. As his fingers brushed the surface, he realized it was leather: the softest, most supple leather he had ever seen.
Merlin wandered up then, and Arthur showed him the scrap. "What do make of this? I've never seen such quality. It certainly didn't come from any cattle I've ever seen."
His servant stared, his face turning as white as the mysterious fragment. "It's dragonskin." His voice was a hollow, gutted whisper. Arthur nearly shivered at the sound of it. Before he could ask what had so disturbed his friend, Merlin turned, eyes shining in the torchlight, and retreated to the stairwell.