I'll be your hope, be your love, be everything you need~
[Humming some nonsensical song he'd heard the kitchen servants singing earlier, Merlin arranges a freshly picked bouquet of wildflowers on Arthur's bed. When he steps back to survey his work, he nods, a pleased smile taking over his expression. He's not exactly sure what prompted him to pick the flowers, but now he wonders why he hasn't done this earlier]
The flowers are a nice touch, [says Merlin, mostly to himself. Anyhow, hadn't Gwen used to bring Morgana flowers all the time? At the thought of Morgana, Merlin feels a sad ping, but his thoughts are quickly redirected back to Arthur.
As if they would be anywhere else, he asserts mentally. A familiar warmth spreads in him in response--though, the floaty feeling is new. How odd. Shrugging it off, Merlin turns back to...he pauses. What had he been doing again?
Oh, right. Merlin perks and begins setting Arthur's favorite foods on the table for lunch]
The flowers are a nice touch, [says Merlin, mostly to himself. Anyhow, hadn't Gwen used to bring Morgana flowers all the time? At the thought of Morgana, Merlin feels a sad ping, but his thoughts are quickly redirected back to Arthur.
As if they would be anywhere else, he asserts mentally. A familiar warmth spreads in him in response--though, the floaty feeling is new. How odd. Shrugging it off, Merlin turns back to...he pauses. What had he been doing again?
Oh, right. Merlin perks and begins setting Arthur's favorite foods on the table for lunch]