Waiting
A/N: written for the 3rd drabble round and it is actually written like a drabble, I don't really like it, but am nevertheless proud that it looks like a drabble and I didn't get anywhere near the word limit :D
It was the night that he returned from facing the dragon, when I threw my arms around him and whispered the words ‘I thought I’d lost you’ into his ear- it was my promise. It was my promise to wait.
But it didn’t feel much like waiting. Waiting is when your life seems to come to a full stop in anticipation for an event. But I wasn’t anticipating Uther’s death, I wasn’t hoping for it because I knew how it would hurt him. And I would have to watch him: trying to be strong, trying to hide any sign of weakness- trying to be the man his father wanted him to be- and failing, he would just end up being Arthur. And I would have to hold him, comfort him as he cries for the father he has lost, the father who nearly ripped his Kingdom apart with his hatred- who tore my family to pieces. But I would forget that in the midst of Arthur’s pain. I would tell him the good things his father has done, how much Uther loved him, how proud he had been of his only son. But I was not looking forward to it.
And my life hadn’t stopped either. It was busy, as was everyone else’s, as we tried to reassemble our lives as best we could, little by little, piece by piece. It was hard but seeing him made it seem easy- almost. One look, one smile, a polite ‘good morning’, a whispered ‘Guinevere’ and my sore feet, aching arms, weary back and throbbing head were forgotten- nearly. And when he’d catch my arm as I passed by an alcove within seconds I’d find myself pressed up against him, strong arms wrapped around me, firm lips against mine- then time would stop, and the world would wait for us.
It was the night that he returned from facing the dragon, when I threw my arms around him and whispered the words ‘I thought I’d lost you’ into his ear- it was my promise. It was my promise to wait.
But it didn’t feel much like waiting. Waiting is when your life seems to come to a full stop in anticipation for an event. But I wasn’t anticipating Uther’s death, I wasn’t hoping for it because I knew how it would hurt him. And I would have to watch him: trying to be strong, trying to hide any sign of weakness- trying to be the man his father wanted him to be- and failing, he would just end up being Arthur. And I would have to hold him, comfort him as he cries for the father he has lost, the father who nearly ripped his Kingdom apart with his hatred- who tore my family to pieces. But I would forget that in the midst of Arthur’s pain. I would tell him the good things his father has done, how much Uther loved him, how proud he had been of his only son. But I was not looking forward to it.
And my life hadn’t stopped either. It was busy, as was everyone else’s, as we tried to reassemble our lives as best we could, little by little, piece by piece. It was hard but seeing him made it seem easy- almost. One look, one smile, a polite ‘good morning’, a whispered ‘Guinevere’ and my sore feet, aching arms, weary back and throbbing head were forgotten- nearly. And when he’d catch my arm as I passed by an alcove within seconds I’d find myself pressed up against him, strong arms wrapped around me, firm lips against mine- then time would stop, and the world would wait for us.