14 Days of A/G:Fic:White Is Not Surrender
Title: White Is Not Surrender
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere
Rating/Warnings: G
Spoilers: not that I can see
Disclaimer: I own nothing =[
Summary: An ending and a beginning
Word Count: 1,292
Author’s notes: for Camelot_love’s 14 days of love. Prompt was F-44. Orange for the vineyards / Blue is for the rivers / Green goes like a hillside covered now / White is not surrender - Denison Witmer, Little Flowers was prompted by fly_to_dawn just something short and sweet =D Enjoy comments are ♥
White Is Not Surrender
The sun was slowly setting in the blue sky, making it turn from a bright blue to a soft mixture of oranges, reds and yellows. The river glowed with an orange tint, reflecting the images of the scenery and the sky. Trees around the river moved gently against the fresh spring breeze. The air was clean and refreshing; tainted slightly with the scents of pine and wild flowers. Arthur found the scent comforting and familiar; it was so close to her aroma that it eased his nerves. He was shifting his weight from one leg to the other, trying to psych himself up. It wasn’t that he wanted to run from the situation; far from it, he just wanted it to start already. This waiting game was more than he could bear; they’d been waiting so long already logic said he should be used to it, what’s five minutes more? But the fact of the matter was, he was done waiting, this was what this day was about. The ending of standing deadlocked; time to start moving forward.
Besides if they didn’t start soon the sun would disappear all together. Maybe it had been a mistake to do this at sunset, better if it had been during the day; but then this was their time. Dusk had always been the only hours they could spend together freely and even then there had always been the fear of being discovered. So it seemed right somehow that now that this time had come, this moment of complete expose, that it should take place at dusk as well. A sort of completion; rounding off a time in their lives in a neat symmetry. Merlin, who was standing on his left side, placed a reassuring hand on Arthur’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Arthur threw him a great full half smile and tried to settle.
The guests had all arrived, their voices creating a gentle chatter on the wind. Arthur could feel their eyes on him, boring into his body, making his nerves flare up even more. What if he forgot what to say? What if he made a complete fool of himself? What if……Again Arthur felt Merlin’s hand rest on his shoulder, patting it encouragingly.
“It’s all going to be fine, stop worrying” He whispered
Arthur hummed, nodding and shrugged off Merlin’s hand mindful of the eyes on him, not wanting them to know about his anxiety. His back leg came out though and gently kicked Merlin’s, Arthur made it look like an accident but Merlin understood the gesture and what he was trying to convey...thanks. Time continued on in this manner, Arthur calming and then getting anxious all over again, Merlin ever present, ready with a pat, squeeze, kick to jolt him back into his sense again. Arthur was shifting about so much a small little trench was being to form at his feet.
Then when Arthur simple could not take it anymore and was about to go marching off to find her, afraid that something bad had happened; she appeared. Gentle music filled the air as she walked towards him. She was gorgeous, an angelic vision drifting towards him, her feet barely touching the ground, like she was flying towards him. Her dark skin was illuminating against the crisp white material of her dress and glowing in the light of the fading sun. Her hair was down, cascading down and off her shoulders, soft curls moving in the wind, a garland on wild flowers rested on her head; a mixture of blues, purples, pinks and other pastel tons. A halo of nature.
Arthur was never surer than he was right then that Gwen really was an angel, he could practically see her wings shimmering from her back. She was radiant and Arthur’s giddy grin could not be hid. He was thankful that at that moment all eyes had diverted from him and now rested on her, not that he blamed them. Look at her. Arthur heard Merlin almost squeal with excitement; could feel him bopping up and down as she grew closer. This was it, the moment they’d been waiting for, they’d both been hoping for.
As she had walked down her cheeks had flushed and her gaze kept glancing down at the floor and then back up at him, a shy smile on her lips. Arthur’s heart had somehow managed to slow down and beat fast all at once; her soft face soothing his nerves but flaring them up as well. A mixture of wonder, excitement brewed within him, so much he felt as if he might be sick. Then she was beside him, her hand resting in his giving it a gentle squeeze and beaming up at him. His own face bore a similar expression, the rest of the guests disappeared; he no longer cared that they could all see quite clearly the ridiculousness of his smile, the gleam in his eyes.
Arthur’s fingers brushed small circler patterns into the back of her hand, while she smiled in response. Gwen looked so clam, so serene that only Arthur could tell how nervous she was by the way she was sucking in her bottom lip ever so slightly, the way her cheeks flushed and how her eyes could not settle on a single position. It made Arthur feel relaxed though, to know he wasn’t the only one who was practically hyperventilating and his nerves slowly began to fade the more he held on tightly onto her hand, interlacing their fingers.
Everything from that moment went by in a blur; just her smile and gleaming deep brown eyes resonated in his vision. The words of Geoffrey drifted in and out of his ears, a hum on the wind and yet despite this he knew when he was suppose to speak and exactly what it was he need to say. He was steady, clam; how he managed to get like this he didn’t know, inside his heart was beating a thousand miles per hour but his face had managed to reel in his emotions. His voice was sturdy, sure of itself. The more time past their gaze attached to each other, blue to brown, brown to blue; in their own little bubble, shielded and exposed in unison; the more his confidence grew. The less concerned he was about anything, just simply living in the moment.
Her own voice rang out clear as she smiled her special smile, meant only for him and with much conviction spoke. As if she was un-phased by it all but Arthur felt how hard her hand clutched at his own, drawing her strength from him; funny how he was doing the exact same thing. Arthur knew that in years to come he would forget the exact words that had come from his mouth and hers, but he also knew he would never forget the sound of them, their meaning. Never forget the touch of her hand, the squeezes of encouragement, how they’d interlaced their fingers in and out and back again, playing with each other hands through out the ceremony. Never would the memory of the swelling inside his chest, the warmth that spread through him as Geoffrey wrapped the bind around their joined hands fade. It would blaze continually throughout the years.
It had taken years to get to this point but they’d made it and Arthur could hardly believe it. Somehow they’d struggled though all the battles, fights, disproving glances, fear, doubt and made it to this moment.
“I now pronounce you to be husband and wife”
As their lips finally met, the only though Arthur could muster up as the claps and cheers and Merlin’s squeals of delight folded his senses was about flipping time!
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere
Rating/Warnings: G
Spoilers: not that I can see
Disclaimer: I own nothing =[
Summary: An ending and a beginning
Word Count: 1,292
Author’s notes: for Camelot_love’s 14 days of love. Prompt was F-44. Orange for the vineyards / Blue is for the rivers / Green goes like a hillside covered now / White is not surrender - Denison Witmer, Little Flowers was prompted by fly_to_dawn just something short and sweet =D Enjoy comments are ♥
White Is Not Surrender
The sun was slowly setting in the blue sky, making it turn from a bright blue to a soft mixture of oranges, reds and yellows. The river glowed with an orange tint, reflecting the images of the scenery and the sky. Trees around the river moved gently against the fresh spring breeze. The air was clean and refreshing; tainted slightly with the scents of pine and wild flowers. Arthur found the scent comforting and familiar; it was so close to her aroma that it eased his nerves. He was shifting his weight from one leg to the other, trying to psych himself up. It wasn’t that he wanted to run from the situation; far from it, he just wanted it to start already. This waiting game was more than he could bear; they’d been waiting so long already logic said he should be used to it, what’s five minutes more? But the fact of the matter was, he was done waiting, this was what this day was about. The ending of standing deadlocked; time to start moving forward.
Besides if they didn’t start soon the sun would disappear all together. Maybe it had been a mistake to do this at sunset, better if it had been during the day; but then this was their time. Dusk had always been the only hours they could spend together freely and even then there had always been the fear of being discovered. So it seemed right somehow that now that this time had come, this moment of complete expose, that it should take place at dusk as well. A sort of completion; rounding off a time in their lives in a neat symmetry. Merlin, who was standing on his left side, placed a reassuring hand on Arthur’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Arthur threw him a great full half smile and tried to settle.
The guests had all arrived, their voices creating a gentle chatter on the wind. Arthur could feel their eyes on him, boring into his body, making his nerves flare up even more. What if he forgot what to say? What if he made a complete fool of himself? What if……Again Arthur felt Merlin’s hand rest on his shoulder, patting it encouragingly.
“It’s all going to be fine, stop worrying” He whispered
Arthur hummed, nodding and shrugged off Merlin’s hand mindful of the eyes on him, not wanting them to know about his anxiety. His back leg came out though and gently kicked Merlin’s, Arthur made it look like an accident but Merlin understood the gesture and what he was trying to convey...thanks. Time continued on in this manner, Arthur calming and then getting anxious all over again, Merlin ever present, ready with a pat, squeeze, kick to jolt him back into his sense again. Arthur was shifting about so much a small little trench was being to form at his feet.
Then when Arthur simple could not take it anymore and was about to go marching off to find her, afraid that something bad had happened; she appeared. Gentle music filled the air as she walked towards him. She was gorgeous, an angelic vision drifting towards him, her feet barely touching the ground, like she was flying towards him. Her dark skin was illuminating against the crisp white material of her dress and glowing in the light of the fading sun. Her hair was down, cascading down and off her shoulders, soft curls moving in the wind, a garland on wild flowers rested on her head; a mixture of blues, purples, pinks and other pastel tons. A halo of nature.
Arthur was never surer than he was right then that Gwen really was an angel, he could practically see her wings shimmering from her back. She was radiant and Arthur’s giddy grin could not be hid. He was thankful that at that moment all eyes had diverted from him and now rested on her, not that he blamed them. Look at her. Arthur heard Merlin almost squeal with excitement; could feel him bopping up and down as she grew closer. This was it, the moment they’d been waiting for, they’d both been hoping for.
As she had walked down her cheeks had flushed and her gaze kept glancing down at the floor and then back up at him, a shy smile on her lips. Arthur’s heart had somehow managed to slow down and beat fast all at once; her soft face soothing his nerves but flaring them up as well. A mixture of wonder, excitement brewed within him, so much he felt as if he might be sick. Then she was beside him, her hand resting in his giving it a gentle squeeze and beaming up at him. His own face bore a similar expression, the rest of the guests disappeared; he no longer cared that they could all see quite clearly the ridiculousness of his smile, the gleam in his eyes.
Arthur’s fingers brushed small circler patterns into the back of her hand, while she smiled in response. Gwen looked so clam, so serene that only Arthur could tell how nervous she was by the way she was sucking in her bottom lip ever so slightly, the way her cheeks flushed and how her eyes could not settle on a single position. It made Arthur feel relaxed though, to know he wasn’t the only one who was practically hyperventilating and his nerves slowly began to fade the more he held on tightly onto her hand, interlacing their fingers.
Everything from that moment went by in a blur; just her smile and gleaming deep brown eyes resonated in his vision. The words of Geoffrey drifted in and out of his ears, a hum on the wind and yet despite this he knew when he was suppose to speak and exactly what it was he need to say. He was steady, clam; how he managed to get like this he didn’t know, inside his heart was beating a thousand miles per hour but his face had managed to reel in his emotions. His voice was sturdy, sure of itself. The more time past their gaze attached to each other, blue to brown, brown to blue; in their own little bubble, shielded and exposed in unison; the more his confidence grew. The less concerned he was about anything, just simply living in the moment.
Her own voice rang out clear as she smiled her special smile, meant only for him and with much conviction spoke. As if she was un-phased by it all but Arthur felt how hard her hand clutched at his own, drawing her strength from him; funny how he was doing the exact same thing. Arthur knew that in years to come he would forget the exact words that had come from his mouth and hers, but he also knew he would never forget the sound of them, their meaning. Never forget the touch of her hand, the squeezes of encouragement, how they’d interlaced their fingers in and out and back again, playing with each other hands through out the ceremony. Never would the memory of the swelling inside his chest, the warmth that spread through him as Geoffrey wrapped the bind around their joined hands fade. It would blaze continually throughout the years.
It had taken years to get to this point but they’d made it and Arthur could hardly believe it. Somehow they’d struggled though all the battles, fights, disproving glances, fear, doubt and made it to this moment.
“I now pronounce you to be husband and wife”
As their lips finally met, the only though Arthur could muster up as the claps and cheers and Merlin’s squeals of delight folded his senses was about flipping time!