Drabble: Primum Mobile (Merlin/Arthur, "Stars")
AN: Written for Merlin100's Prompt #7: Stars.
Primum Mobile
The fire has slipped into quiet embers, winter brushing against spring, trees bare and the ground soft, waiting, a thrum of growth deep in the earth. This just happens, Arthur's hand lingering a little too long on his shoulder, shoves that are too soft, fewer and fewer knights in the hunting party until there's only the sleepy glow of the fire between them, a sky rich with stars, points of light falling imperceptibly towards the horizon, the gradual turn of layered spheres as he throws off his blanket.
Morning comes and he's curled up again in his own rough bedding.
Primum Mobile
The fire has slipped into quiet embers, winter brushing against spring, trees bare and the ground soft, waiting, a thrum of growth deep in the earth. This just happens, Arthur's hand lingering a little too long on his shoulder, shoves that are too soft, fewer and fewer knights in the hunting party until there's only the sleepy glow of the fire between them, a sky rich with stars, points of light falling imperceptibly towards the horizon, the gradual turn of layered spheres as he throws off his blanket.
Morning comes and he's curled up again in his own rough bedding.