Merry Christmas na_shao ♥
HERE IS YOUR PRESENT
♥ ♥ After seeing what you made for me... my heart just melted. They were just so perfect and so, in the hopes that I can match up to your gift, I give you three...Merthur-y things. The last one is actually 100 words the other 2 are slightly more because I felt like treating you :)
Like you said to me, I am very glad to have met you. Your arts and writings truly are beautiful and whenever I see a post or a comment from you I just know that it will make my day. So for you, my friend, here are the writings I promised:
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Merlin,
You follow my every order, though never must I order you to follow.
You are willing to fall for this kingdom, for me, as I fall in love with you.
My hand in yours makes me feel weak, but with yours in mine strength returns.
It is you alone that can make me feel so numb just by being too close or too far.
Your life is worth very little to most but, to me, losing you will always be too heavy a price to pay.
You save me from my enemies when I really need saving from myself and these thoughts; even you.
I call you an idiot, though I know that there is nothing in existence that can compare to the foolishness of this thing that hammers beneath my chest.
We meet with death, side by side, and know that when it should claim the both of us we’ll remain that way: As close in death as we were in life.
But till that fateful day when we say goodbye and slip slowly away into the light, you keep my heart going, and so it beats for you.
Only you.
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Historians with their tattered evidence and papers browning with age, children and adults alike who know only of our names, they called us legends.
Those who believe themselves to be indebted to us, who waved to us when we returned home from battle, tended to our wounds and praised us with words of happiness and devotion, they called us heroes.
Guinevere, Gaius, even Morgana, people close enough to see our gentle pats, watched as tense shoulders loosened, eyes lit up, smiles grew wider and air became filled with boyish laughter, they called us friends.
But the two men, one dark haired the other blonde, who woke up beside one another, shared the same scent, taste and became one in the light of the sunrise,
They called us lovers.
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They say romance blooms during Christmas.
Festivities bring two people together, the heat of the moment, the heat of mulled wine causing mouths to gravitate towards anothers in a drunken haze.
There’s also mistletoe, something that plays the part in an old custom which guarantees you a kiss, but not the love of those whose lips have met your own.
Arthur sighs knowing that these are not the ways, for he wishes for Merlin’s heart.
That night, Merlin kisses him, passionate and meaningful with sober lips and forgotten traditions as Arthur savours something special that made his Christmas so merry.
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Fingers-crossed that you liked them. ♥ *hugs for about the hundredth time* XD
Merry Christmas :)
♥ ♥ After seeing what you made for me... my heart just melted. They were just so perfect and so, in the hopes that I can match up to your gift, I give you three...Merthur-y things. The last one is actually 100 words the other 2 are slightly more because I felt like treating you :)
Like you said to me, I am very glad to have met you. Your arts and writings truly are beautiful and whenever I see a post or a comment from you I just know that it will make my day. So for you, my friend, here are the writings I promised:
***************************************************************************************************************************
Merlin,
You follow my every order, though never must I order you to follow.
You are willing to fall for this kingdom, for me, as I fall in love with you.
My hand in yours makes me feel weak, but with yours in mine strength returns.
It is you alone that can make me feel so numb just by being too close or too far.
Your life is worth very little to most but, to me, losing you will always be too heavy a price to pay.
You save me from my enemies when I really need saving from myself and these thoughts; even you.
I call you an idiot, though I know that there is nothing in existence that can compare to the foolishness of this thing that hammers beneath my chest.
We meet with death, side by side, and know that when it should claim the both of us we’ll remain that way: As close in death as we were in life.
But till that fateful day when we say goodbye and slip slowly away into the light, you keep my heart going, and so it beats for you.
Only you.
***************************************************************************************************************************
Historians with their tattered evidence and papers browning with age, children and adults alike who know only of our names, they called us legends.
Those who believe themselves to be indebted to us, who waved to us when we returned home from battle, tended to our wounds and praised us with words of happiness and devotion, they called us heroes.
Guinevere, Gaius, even Morgana, people close enough to see our gentle pats, watched as tense shoulders loosened, eyes lit up, smiles grew wider and air became filled with boyish laughter, they called us friends.
But the two men, one dark haired the other blonde, who woke up beside one another, shared the same scent, taste and became one in the light of the sunrise,
They called us lovers.
****************************************************************************************************************************
They say romance blooms during Christmas.
Festivities bring two people together, the heat of the moment, the heat of mulled wine causing mouths to gravitate towards anothers in a drunken haze.
There’s also mistletoe, something that plays the part in an old custom which guarantees you a kiss, but not the love of those whose lips have met your own.
Arthur sighs knowing that these are not the ways, for he wishes for Merlin’s heart.
That night, Merlin kisses him, passionate and meaningful with sober lips and forgotten traditions as Arthur savours something special that made his Christmas so merry.
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Fingers-crossed that you liked them. ♥ *hugs for about the hundredth time* XD
Merry Christmas :)