My birthday's on Thursday, and here's a little Merlin and Arthur I wrote in honor of 5x03.

There's deafening silence after Uther disappears, and a moment where they just look at each other. Merlin's magic is thrumming like a tribal drum under his skin -- quickened, like his pulse -- straining to get out from his near impalement, the words "Merlin ( Read more... )

| Where Kings Tread on Hallowed Ground |
| a simple servant, I follow without question |
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