A glimpse - All too familiar, 11
Title: A glimpse
Author:
digthewriter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Arthur has the same dream again
Warnings: Flashback. Modern!AU.
Word Count: 355
Prompt: 258 FOR camelot_drabble
Author's Notes: Part 11 of the "divorce!fic" Unbetaed.
"Do you ever think about what we were in our previous life?"
Arthur laughed at Merlin's question, he was always talking about what they were, what they could have been.
"No, I don't," Arthur said, pulling Merlin closer. He hooked his leg around Merlin's waist and all but spread over him. He liked it when Merlin was this close to him, yet, it always felt like it wasn't close enough.
"Do you think we were together then?"
Arthur shook his head. Where was this coming from? "You know we would always be together. We're meant to be. It's what that fortune teller told us in that gypsy fair you dragged me to last week. Two sides--"
"It wasn't a gypsy fair!" Merlin protested, and then he laughed; the warmth spread through Arthur's body making him vibrate also. "I bet you were a prat then too."
"When?" asked Arthur.
"In our previous life. When we were together-- I bet you made me work for it and because you were such a prat!"
"So would this be my karma? The fact that in this lifetime you're making me work for it?"
"Of course. I'm not that easy, Pendragon."
"No, Mer. You're anything but easy."
Arthur woke up from the dream. The dream he'd had multiple times in the two years he and Merlin had been separated. It was odd though, when he'd stopped dreaming this particular scene--he had believed he was getting over his break up, only to have the dream again.
Funny thing was--this dream that felt like such a reality--felt like a memory. Never happened.
Arthur remembered everything about his relationship with Merlin, but he knew that this dream--the scene that always came back haunting him wasn't a real memory. They'd never been to a "gypsy fair," or got their fortune told, or... it wasn't something from Arthur's past. It was a dream. A dream he had ever since they'd break up.
Peculiar. Merlin. His Merlin, didn't believe in past lives, or the afterlife. He was all about the here and now.
This dream Merlin...though different, felt like Arthur's Merlin, too.
Two sides of what?READ PART 12: DW | LJ
This entry was originally posted at http://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/475501.html. Please comment anywhere you'd like. Thanks for reading
Author:
digthewriter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Arthur has the same dream again
Warnings: Flashback. Modern!AU.
Word Count: 355
Prompt: 258 FOR camelot_drabble
Author's Notes: Part 11 of the "divorce!fic" Unbetaed.
"Do you ever think about what we were in our previous life?"
Arthur laughed at Merlin's question, he was always talking about what they were, what they could have been.
"No, I don't," Arthur said, pulling Merlin closer. He hooked his leg around Merlin's waist and all but spread over him. He liked it when Merlin was this close to him, yet, it always felt like it wasn't close enough.
"Do you think we were together then?"
Arthur shook his head. Where was this coming from? "You know we would always be together. We're meant to be. It's what that fortune teller told us in that gypsy fair you dragged me to last week. Two sides--"
"It wasn't a gypsy fair!" Merlin protested, and then he laughed; the warmth spread through Arthur's body making him vibrate also. "I bet you were a prat then too."
"When?" asked Arthur.
"In our previous life. When we were together-- I bet you made me work for it and because you were such a prat!"
"So would this be my karma? The fact that in this lifetime you're making me work for it?"
"Of course. I'm not that easy, Pendragon."
"No, Mer. You're anything but easy."
Arthur woke up from the dream. The dream he'd had multiple times in the two years he and Merlin had been separated. It was odd though, when he'd stopped dreaming this particular scene--he had believed he was getting over his break up, only to have the dream again.
Funny thing was--this dream that felt like such a reality--felt like a memory. Never happened.
Arthur remembered everything about his relationship with Merlin, but he knew that this dream--the scene that always came back haunting him wasn't a real memory. They'd never been to a "gypsy fair," or got their fortune told, or... it wasn't something from Arthur's past. It was a dream. A dream he had ever since they'd break up.
Peculiar. Merlin. His Merlin, didn't believe in past lives, or the afterlife. He was all about the here and now.
This dream Merlin...though different, felt like Arthur's Merlin, too.
Two sides of what?READ PART 12: DW | LJ
This entry was originally posted at http://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/475501.html. Please comment anywhere you'd like. Thanks for reading