Second capture
Author: tstaewsieh
Characters: Merlin/Arthur
Ratings: G
Warnings/Spoilers: absolutely none
Summary: What Merlin and Arthur get up to when the hunting isn't going so well.
Challenge: #43 capture
Disclaimer: Merlin belongs to Shine/BBC. I own nothing except a pen and paper.
Notes: The last drabble was depressing and, if you know me at all, you'll know that I always have to make up for it with a slightly happier one.
Merlin’s panting, weaving through trees with wavering speed as his clothes snag on branches and legs grow weak. He’s not sure how long he’s been running but by the rasp in his throat he’d say a while.
He stops behind a tree, sliding down with bark grazing sweaty skin his heavy breathing the only sound. Safe.
“Not quite.”
Merlin feels the rope descend over his head and tighten round his already tense shoulders.
Arthur walks forward smiling and kneels before his prey, who suddenly stops breathing altogether. The prince then presses one finger to the boy’s chest.
“Tag, you’re it.”