- Merlin (TV) (9)
“You’re ice cold, Mordred.” Merlin hisses. He rolls over though, and grabs Mordred, rolling so that he’s caught the younger man beneath him. He kisses him just behind his ears, runs his hands over Mordred’s shoulders, trying to rub warmth into him.
There’s a boy in the bell tower with blue marble for eyes. He sits in his bell tower and sings about lies. And deep in the belly of the kingdom below, there’s a man listening to lies with tears in his eyes. Watching from a throne covered in gold, watching from a seat paid for by bone, there’s a king penning lyrics to the lies of a boy, hiding in the bell tower with blue marbles for eyes.
Everyone knows the story of the boy in the bell tower. How he used to hang beneath a windowsill. How he survived a fever with a vendetta to fill. A vendetta it rode without bias and without remorse. Some even know of his lover. His lover’s great skill. How he broke a fever destined to kill.
They whisper about the king who turned his head away. Who refused to see what these strange eyes had done. In the night though, when all had gone calm, blue marble eyes and eyes filled with tears both began to glow. Their glow lit the night sky, made the moon turn to day and the king could no longer look away.
There’s a cottage, just beyond the border of Arthur’s land. One built from stones kissed by dragon fire, roofed in the breath of the faeries. Merlin has traded far more than the king’s blood-gold for this sanctuary. He can only beg the old gods for it to be enough now.
There’s a boy beneath Merlin’s windowsill; one with liquid eyes. He is there most mornings, singing his solemn lullabies and weaving his crowns of milkweed and hemlock. Merlin watches him, as he has every day since the boy survived the fever that wiped out half the lower town. Mordred glances up at him, water-eyes intense and raging. Like he knows what Merlin has done.
He knows this is where he’s supposed to sooth her worries. Where he tells her how, they’ve known each other forever, so what’s a couple miles? How, they’ve weathered his father’s death, and her strange illness, and a town that’s slowly fading. They can handle a few planes and a couple hours difference. He wants to tell her their love is enough, that they’ll prove the adults wrong.
With Gwaine’s body against his, the mattress to his back, and Gwaine kissing him slowly and deeply, Merlin found himself wondering why they didn’t do this more often. Why they always waited before taking time to do this.
Merlin’s hand began to slide up under Gwaine’s shirt-
“Merlin?” Gaius’s voice came through the door. Merlin and Gwaine both froze, their heads snapping to the door.
Oh. That was why.
- Part 9 of Merwaine Oneshots
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09 Nov 2018