Don't poke the warlock by Korilian
Title: Don't poke the warlock
Author: Korilian
Characters:Arthur & Merlin
Summary: Merlin vs. Arthur. Baby death match.
Notes: A cracky drable with some art.
Poke.
Merlin flailed wildly and fell on his rump. He stared balefully at the other boy, his lower lip wobbling suspiciously
Arthur poked him again.
The sniffle became more pronounced and he had to blink rapidly to keep his vision from clearing. He rubbed at his belly and glared.
Arthur froze mid movement, cocking his head thoughtfully. They stared each other down for a long moment. And then Arthur very carefully lifted his sword and poked Merlin’s side. Hard.
Merlin burst into tears. Loud wailing sobs, with snot flying.
Arthur seemed almost surprised for a moment, but then he let himself fall back in the grass, laughing hysterically and waving his little wooden sword victoriously.
Merlin had never had the courage or inclination to sit down for a chat with Uther, but if he had, he might have found out that this was exactly why Arthur had never been allowed to go on play dates when he was a toddler (the first time around). Uther would never admit it, but in hindsight he might have been a little too enthusiastic about having a son. Maybe he could have shown a bit more restraint when training the boy in the art of war.
Watching baby Arthur whack away at his toys with his bottle had filled him with pride. Less so when he did the same thing to his wet nurse. The dog. Anything he could reach basically. It had coincided with the biting phase and everyone was very relieved when he outgrew both. Well mostly.
Then again, if anyone had sat down with Hunith, they would have found out that baby Merlin had come with his own set of peculiarities. He hadn’t gotten to go on play dates either.
Arthur had managed to push himself back into a sitting position with his chubby arms and he was all ready to make his move.
Merlin’s eyes flashed golden.
The end
Author: Korilian
Characters:Arthur & Merlin
Summary: Merlin vs. Arthur. Baby death match.
Notes: A cracky drable with some art.
Poke.
Merlin flailed wildly and fell on his rump. He stared balefully at the other boy, his lower lip wobbling suspiciously
Arthur poked him again.
The sniffle became more pronounced and he had to blink rapidly to keep his vision from clearing. He rubbed at his belly and glared.
Arthur froze mid movement, cocking his head thoughtfully. They stared each other down for a long moment. And then Arthur very carefully lifted his sword and poked Merlin’s side. Hard.
Merlin burst into tears. Loud wailing sobs, with snot flying.
Arthur seemed almost surprised for a moment, but then he let himself fall back in the grass, laughing hysterically and waving his little wooden sword victoriously.
Merlin had never had the courage or inclination to sit down for a chat with Uther, but if he had, he might have found out that this was exactly why Arthur had never been allowed to go on play dates when he was a toddler (the first time around). Uther would never admit it, but in hindsight he might have been a little too enthusiastic about having a son. Maybe he could have shown a bit more restraint when training the boy in the art of war.
Watching baby Arthur whack away at his toys with his bottle had filled him with pride. Less so when he did the same thing to his wet nurse. The dog. Anything he could reach basically. It had coincided with the biting phase and everyone was very relieved when he outgrew both. Well mostly.
Then again, if anyone had sat down with Hunith, they would have found out that baby Merlin had come with his own set of peculiarities. He hadn’t gotten to go on play dates either.
Arthur had managed to push himself back into a sitting position with his chubby arms and he was all ready to make his move.
Merlin’s eyes flashed golden.
The end