PAPERLEGENDS BIG BANG - Weep You No More Sad Fountains by Merthurdreamer
Title: Weep You No More Sad Fountains
Art Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: To be Added
AN: Kudos to the ever patient merthurdreamer who put up with my delightful talent of going completely off grid. I apologise, and I hope the art more than makes up for it! I had a great time working on pictures for this fic. I used it to play around with a new style that I am really pleased with overall. Which is an absolute delight. Bradley's face not so much; I just can't figure it out! But as I said, I really liked drawing for this fic. It was nice to get back to a canon-era story and illustrate it!
Now, go and see for yourself!
Weep No More Sad Fountains
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Banner
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Chapter Four
The King now found himself seated next to the motionless body, a single candle the only light.
He thought it cast an unearthly glow around the room, made him realise the dire situation he was in with crushing might. Merlin’s face was pale and showed no sign of healthy blood, the surface of his skin was coated in a sheen of sweat and his lips were inactive and chapped.
The King thought that he’d rather have Merlin’s body feverish and raging in the bed, for this inert being showed no visible sign of life or spirit.
The room was silent.
‘Merlin,’ the King dared to break it.
‘Merlin,’ he spoke again, his voice damp and yet still held strong.
‘Merlin, please try.’ He spoke with light demand.
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Chapter Seven
You can hold it too,’ was the first thing that escaped his own lips without his conscious permission.
Arthur looked cautious, tentative, as if he wished to accept the offer but knew not how to ask for it.
Merlin held his wrist once more, feeling the heavy bulk of it, and placed Arthur’s hand gently on top on his own.
By the placement of his thumb, he could feel how Arthur’s pulse did race and run, he communicated reassurance with his face. Arthur’s eyes were locked on their joined hands, and before long, Merlin whispered something else, his eyes glazed gold once more, and the flame grew from Merlin’s hand through and into Arthur’s.
Merlin removed his hand and Arthur was now holding the flame in his large palm.
He shattered out a bark of laughter, the smile remaining.
Merlin knew what a step this was, and felt a sudden twirl around his heart. Upon looking at Arthur again, realised how it did tug at the strings which held his being together.
He smiled also.
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Chapter Nine
The King was obviously surprised by Merlin’s actions, the embrace was swift; the demand to adjust his weight sudden to accommodate his servant’s as well.
Merlin had never held his King like this before, never had been this close, but he hoped, with all his might and every fibre of being, that Arthur would be able to now understand and realise that he was cared for.
Merlin didn’t care for any possibility that this was improper and absurd; it was necessity to stop his friend’s suffering, and to communicate affection undoubtedly.
Merlin tightened his arms around the King’s neck.
Some moments later, he heard the sword being dropped, its clatter also loud.
Moments after that, he felt arms encase his form, hands large.
Merlin gasped; eyes wide.
The touches were light, restrained, but they spoke vociferously: the touches were barely there, but they were present enough as so Merlin could feel warmth seep through his tunic and onto his flesh.
Merlin tightened his arms around the King’s neck, and allowed himself the tender illusion that this is where he belonged.
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I'd adore good feedback on these, as I said - it's a new style and I'd love to make it better!
If you'd prefer I have also reposted on A03 and on Tumblr
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CJ xxx
Art Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: To be Added
AN: Kudos to the ever patient merthurdreamer who put up with my delightful talent of going completely off grid. I apologise, and I hope the art more than makes up for it! I had a great time working on pictures for this fic. I used it to play around with a new style that I am really pleased with overall. Which is an absolute delight. Bradley's face not so much; I just can't figure it out! But as I said, I really liked drawing for this fic. It was nice to get back to a canon-era story and illustrate it!
Now, go and see for yourself!
Weep No More Sad Fountains
*
Banner
*
Chapter Four
The King now found himself seated next to the motionless body, a single candle the only light.
He thought it cast an unearthly glow around the room, made him realise the dire situation he was in with crushing might. Merlin’s face was pale and showed no sign of healthy blood, the surface of his skin was coated in a sheen of sweat and his lips were inactive and chapped.
The King thought that he’d rather have Merlin’s body feverish and raging in the bed, for this inert being showed no visible sign of life or spirit.
The room was silent.
‘Merlin,’ the King dared to break it.
‘Merlin,’ he spoke again, his voice damp and yet still held strong.
‘Merlin, please try.’ He spoke with light demand.
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Chapter Seven
You can hold it too,’ was the first thing that escaped his own lips without his conscious permission.
Arthur looked cautious, tentative, as if he wished to accept the offer but knew not how to ask for it.
Merlin held his wrist once more, feeling the heavy bulk of it, and placed Arthur’s hand gently on top on his own.
By the placement of his thumb, he could feel how Arthur’s pulse did race and run, he communicated reassurance with his face. Arthur’s eyes were locked on their joined hands, and before long, Merlin whispered something else, his eyes glazed gold once more, and the flame grew from Merlin’s hand through and into Arthur’s.
Merlin removed his hand and Arthur was now holding the flame in his large palm.
He shattered out a bark of laughter, the smile remaining.
Merlin knew what a step this was, and felt a sudden twirl around his heart. Upon looking at Arthur again, realised how it did tug at the strings which held his being together.
He smiled also.
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Chapter Nine
The King was obviously surprised by Merlin’s actions, the embrace was swift; the demand to adjust his weight sudden to accommodate his servant’s as well.
Merlin had never held his King like this before, never had been this close, but he hoped, with all his might and every fibre of being, that Arthur would be able to now understand and realise that he was cared for.
Merlin didn’t care for any possibility that this was improper and absurd; it was necessity to stop his friend’s suffering, and to communicate affection undoubtedly.
Merlin tightened his arms around the King’s neck.
Some moments later, he heard the sword being dropped, its clatter also loud.
Moments after that, he felt arms encase his form, hands large.
Merlin gasped; eyes wide.
The touches were light, restrained, but they spoke vociferously: the touches were barely there, but they were present enough as so Merlin could feel warmth seep through his tunic and onto his flesh.
Merlin tightened his arms around the King’s neck, and allowed himself the tender illusion that this is where he belonged.
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I'd adore good feedback on these, as I said - it's a new style and I'd love to make it better!
If you'd prefer I have also reposted on A03 and on Tumblr
*
CJ xxx