Expectations [Merlin/Arthur]
Title: Expectations
Rating: PG-13
Author: digthewriter
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Arthur is worried about seeing Merlin again.
Warnings: Modern AU; Angst
Word Count: 490
Prompt: "Expecting" for camelot_drabble
Author's Notes: Continuation from last week's " Chances are..."
Arthur had no idea what he was expecting when he'd showed up at Merlin's hotel. He knew that the reception wouldn't just tell him Merlin's hotel room number so he'd hoped that they'd place a call for him letting Merlin know that he had a guest or let him call Merlin directly.
The woman behind the counter eyed him with suspicion when he'd inquired about Merlin at first. Then, she'd given him the receiver and dialled the number for him.
"Hello?" Merlin's voice...God, Merlin's voice was on the other line and Arthur nearly lost the feeling in his knees. Merlin's voice. He hadn't heard it in so long and it was still as amazing as always.
"Merlin..." he said, then bit on his knuckles because he wasn't sure if he'd laugh, or cry, or just completely lose it. Dear lord, what was wrong with him. Keep it together, Arthur.
Then...Merlin said his name. His name as if he'd know that it was Arthur after so long. As if he'd remembered Arthur's voice as they'd spoken yesterday. He couldn't wait any longer to see him, to hold him...just breathe the same air as him.
The woman took a step back as if she'd understood the raw emotion just by Arthur saying Merlin's name and wanted to give him some space. "I'm here," he said into the phone. "In the lobby, I mean. In Toronto." He had no idea what else to say. He wanted to tell Merlin that he was sorry. That he'd been a fool and that he loved him.
"Will you...I mean, um... Can I..."
"I'm in room number five hundred and thirteen. Will they let you come up or do I have to--?
Arthur turned to the woman behind the counter. "Five hundred and thirteen," Arthur said to her and she nodded. "Can I just go--" She nodded again, smiling. "Thank you." Arthur gave her a smile and then turned his attention on the phone. "I can just come up if that's alright."
"Yeah. Of course," Merlin said.
Arthur hung up the phone and the woman looked like she was hesitant to say something.
"Yes?" Arthur asked.
"If you'll be staying with us, then I'll need a photocopy of your identification."
Arthur smiled at her and happily gave her his passport so she could go in the back and make a copy. He respected her for her professional attitude.
"Do you need help with your luggage?"
Arthur shook his head. "I just have my bag," he said, shrugging at her. "One doesn't really have time to pack when they're following the love of their life halfway across the world."
She gave him a huge grin, and her cheeks blushed slightly. "Have a pleasant day," she said as she handed Arthur his passport back.
"Oh, I think it just might be," he said to her with a wink and made his way to the lifts. READ THE NEXT PART
Rating: PG-13
Author: digthewriter
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Arthur is worried about seeing Merlin again.
Warnings: Modern AU; Angst
Word Count: 490
Prompt: "Expecting" for camelot_drabble
Author's Notes: Continuation from last week's " Chances are..."
Arthur had no idea what he was expecting when he'd showed up at Merlin's hotel. He knew that the reception wouldn't just tell him Merlin's hotel room number so he'd hoped that they'd place a call for him letting Merlin know that he had a guest or let him call Merlin directly.
The woman behind the counter eyed him with suspicion when he'd inquired about Merlin at first. Then, she'd given him the receiver and dialled the number for him.
"Hello?" Merlin's voice...God, Merlin's voice was on the other line and Arthur nearly lost the feeling in his knees. Merlin's voice. He hadn't heard it in so long and it was still as amazing as always.
"Merlin..." he said, then bit on his knuckles because he wasn't sure if he'd laugh, or cry, or just completely lose it. Dear lord, what was wrong with him. Keep it together, Arthur.
Then...Merlin said his name. His name as if he'd know that it was Arthur after so long. As if he'd remembered Arthur's voice as they'd spoken yesterday. He couldn't wait any longer to see him, to hold him...just breathe the same air as him.
The woman took a step back as if she'd understood the raw emotion just by Arthur saying Merlin's name and wanted to give him some space. "I'm here," he said into the phone. "In the lobby, I mean. In Toronto." He had no idea what else to say. He wanted to tell Merlin that he was sorry. That he'd been a fool and that he loved him.
"Will you...I mean, um... Can I..."
"I'm in room number five hundred and thirteen. Will they let you come up or do I have to--?
Arthur turned to the woman behind the counter. "Five hundred and thirteen," Arthur said to her and she nodded. "Can I just go--" She nodded again, smiling. "Thank you." Arthur gave her a smile and then turned his attention on the phone. "I can just come up if that's alright."
"Yeah. Of course," Merlin said.
Arthur hung up the phone and the woman looked like she was hesitant to say something.
"Yes?" Arthur asked.
"If you'll be staying with us, then I'll need a photocopy of your identification."
Arthur smiled at her and happily gave her his passport so she could go in the back and make a copy. He respected her for her professional attitude.
"Do you need help with your luggage?"
Arthur shook his head. "I just have my bag," he said, shrugging at her. "One doesn't really have time to pack when they're following the love of their life halfway across the world."
She gave him a huge grin, and her cheeks blushed slightly. "Have a pleasant day," she said as she handed Arthur his passport back.
"Oh, I think it just might be," he said to her with a wink and made his way to the lifts. READ THE NEXT PART