The Ground Far Below, Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, euphoriavensreAugust 1 2011, 20:02:03 UTC
Usually Merlin doesn't try to talk for a while after he comes. Arthur tends to smirk at his incoherence, the way he blurts out phrases from ballads or a general, "Um, um, yeah," before lapsing back into blissed-out heavy breathing. Today he's only more stupid than usual because it's so very good, banter made physical, pushing themselves until they're sore and shaking. They both have marks, and Arthur's bedclothes are soaked in sweat. Merlin should be sober but his world feels tilted, so he exerts himself to express it, and says Arthur's name several times to get his attention.
Arthur laughs at him, and rolls him over.
"We're destined to do this," Merlin informs him.
"This?" Arthur seems distracted by the (probably very red) edge of Merlin's ear, and sounds none too smooth-spoken himself.
"Us. This kingdom, all of it." He tries to make an expansive gesture, hampered by Arthur's hold. "You with your power, um, royal-ness, and your weapons, and the way people love you even though you are ridiculous-"
"You're ridiculous. You're much more ridiculous than I am."
"-and me with my, with magic. Sorcery." The words bat themselves free and he's said it, he's said it at last. He feels like he's flying, or like he's broken something priceless. Arthur's grip tightens in his hair; Merlin arches into it, his eyes falling shut and his heart racing away. "It has to be both of us."
"It will be," Arthur rasps against his jaw, and bites down, and fuck - they're going again, more raw, more aligned, more perfect than ever.
Re: The Ground Far Below, Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, euphoriamagog_83August 1 2011, 20:08:01 UTC
BEAUTIFUL.
Utterly restores my faith in my OTP and their epic destiny <3 Your words are always so perfectly judged, with never a tiny bit wasted, and yet vivid and full of feeling :D
Arthur laughs at him, and rolls him over.
"We're destined to do this," Merlin informs him.
"This?" Arthur seems distracted by the (probably very red) edge of Merlin's ear, and sounds none too smooth-spoken himself.
"Us. This kingdom, all of it." He tries to make an expansive gesture, hampered by Arthur's hold. "You with your power, um, royal-ness, and your weapons, and the way people love you even though you are ridiculous-"
"You're ridiculous. You're much more ridiculous than I am."
"-and me with my, with magic. Sorcery." The words bat themselves free and he's said it, he's said it at last. He feels like he's flying, or like he's broken something priceless. Arthur's grip tightens in his hair; Merlin arches into it, his eyes falling shut and his heart racing away. "It has to be both of us."
"It will be," Arthur rasps against his jaw, and bites down, and fuck - they're going again, more raw, more aligned, more perfect than ever.
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Utterly restores my faith in my OTP and their epic destiny <3 Your words are always so perfectly judged, with never a tiny bit wasted, and yet vivid and full of feeling :D
IN CONCLUSION: THIS FIC MAKES ME HAPPY.
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<3
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AMAZIIIIIIIIIIIIING ♥ FULL OF AMAZING SAUCE ♥♥♥♥
so many good things here!! so many!!
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