Chemistry - part 3
Author: archaeologist_d
Title: Chemistry part 3
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: The scrawny kid knew more about chemistry than Arthur did. Who knew he'd fall in love with the idiot?
Warnings: none,
Word Count: 277
Camelot Drabble Prompt bingo 512: passenger
Author’s Notes: definitely multi-chaptered, shorter because the whole post would have been too long.
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Arthur didn’t know what to think. He felt like a helpless passenger on a train going into some great unknown, faster and faster as the train veered wildly between sunlight and storms, knowing that in the end, there would only be pain. That no one was in charge, that no one could stop it no matter how Arthur might try, that he couldn’t escape. He didn’t like that feeling at all. Merlin’s reappearance had thrown him for a loop.
Merlin kept steering him up, though, through boulders and streams, onto a path half-hidden from view. He didn’t say anything, just kept a steady arm around Arthur, and guided him ever upward.
The weird thing was that, for most of the summer, Arthur had been tramping through the area, along the coastline, following the little trails on the cliffs-edge around Tintagel, enjoying the views and the sounds of birds and the sea. He didn’t recognize this cove at all.
But then he hardly recognized Merlin, either.
Shivering more as the wind hit Arthur, Merlin stopped then, taking off his cloak and putting it around Arthur’s shoulders. In the fog, Arthur could see that Merlin had lost weight, his face haunted, his hair longer now but unkempt, his clothes slipshod and hastily mended. Merlin looked like he’d stopped caring, about anything.
But before Arthur could ask what the hell was going on, Merlin nodded toward a sod-roofed stone cottage, its chimney smoking a little in the mist. Arthur would have easily missed it. It blended into the landscape as if conjured up from the very earth itself. “It will be warmer inside. And then you can ask your questions.”
Title: Chemistry part 3
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: The scrawny kid knew more about chemistry than Arthur did. Who knew he'd fall in love with the idiot?
Warnings: none,
Word Count: 277
Camelot Drabble Prompt bingo 512: passenger
Author’s Notes: definitely multi-chaptered, shorter because the whole post would have been too long.
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Arthur didn’t know what to think. He felt like a helpless passenger on a train going into some great unknown, faster and faster as the train veered wildly between sunlight and storms, knowing that in the end, there would only be pain. That no one was in charge, that no one could stop it no matter how Arthur might try, that he couldn’t escape. He didn’t like that feeling at all. Merlin’s reappearance had thrown him for a loop.
Merlin kept steering him up, though, through boulders and streams, onto a path half-hidden from view. He didn’t say anything, just kept a steady arm around Arthur, and guided him ever upward.
The weird thing was that, for most of the summer, Arthur had been tramping through the area, along the coastline, following the little trails on the cliffs-edge around Tintagel, enjoying the views and the sounds of birds and the sea. He didn’t recognize this cove at all.
But then he hardly recognized Merlin, either.
Shivering more as the wind hit Arthur, Merlin stopped then, taking off his cloak and putting it around Arthur’s shoulders. In the fog, Arthur could see that Merlin had lost weight, his face haunted, his hair longer now but unkempt, his clothes slipshod and hastily mended. Merlin looked like he’d stopped caring, about anything.
But before Arthur could ask what the hell was going on, Merlin nodded toward a sod-roofed stone cottage, its chimney smoking a little in the mist. Arthur would have easily missed it. It blended into the landscape as if conjured up from the very earth itself. “It will be warmer inside. And then you can ask your questions.”