Merlin/The lower fields/Merlin and Arthur
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Merlin felt the hot, salty tears running down his cheeks, but he didn't care. All he cared for was holding on to him for dear life, making him feel safe again. He buried his wet face into Arthur's neck and sobbed, practically sitting on his prince's thighs and nothing would make him let go. "It was a mistake." He said around sobs, screwing his eyes shut, grateful for the smallest things like being able to breathe in Arthur's scent again.
Merlin felt the hot, salty tears running down his cheeks, but he didn't care. All he cared for was holding on to him for dear life, making him feel safe again. He buried his wet face into Arthur's neck and sobbed, practically sitting on his prince's thighs and nothing would make him let go. "It was a mistake." He said around sobs, screwing his eyes shut, grateful for the smallest things like being able to breathe in Arthur's scent again.