Fandom: Merlin(BBC)
Title: Scrawled - A Series of Drabbles
Rating: K - T
Genre: General/Romance
Summary: A series of drabbles, mostly Arthur/Merlin, some Merlin/OC.
Notes: Written for a comm over on Livejournal, which is where it's at. Still boycotting this site , but I kind of miss being able to post here so I thought I'd come and bring this here. Also, I've never posted a series of drabbles before so here! I feel accomplished. XD. I'll probably post the next four drabbles I write in the next chapter.
Not His Fault
It wasn't his fault he saw Arthur the way he did. Honest. He couldn't help how he thought of the prince, or how he admired the prince, and he certainly couldn't control what came out of his mouth, not all the time atleast. Like when the sun beat down on Arthur in a certain way, making him look angelic and lovely, and Merlin blurted, "Your hair looks like its made of gold."
The prince smiled, turned away to hide the slight blush of his cheeks, and then forced himself to frown, "Shut up, Merlin."
A Little Bit of Magic
Merlin could admit to himself he was jealous of the view from Arthur's bedroom. At night, lying in the princes bed, you could see the night sky clearer than ever. Black and high above Camelot, stars shone like tiny pieces cut out of the sun. Merlin would lie and stare out that window, and on certain nights, a warm breeze would slither into the room, and between the fairytale of the night and the form of the sleeping blonde that lay beside him, Merlin could believe that everything in the world was made with a little bit of magic.
Sunlight
Storms in Camelot were never quite what they were in Ealdor. All storms were beautiful to him, but in Ealdor, they surrounded you, engulfed and swallowed you whole, unwilling to release you until dawn.
Merlin watched the storm from his window, and it reminded him of a girl he used to know, who would wait for the storm, wait for the rain and the pounding thunder. When it came, she would let it swallow her. Merlin would follow her, getting soaked, and she would smile, laugh, and when the lightning flashed, he could swear he saw sunlight in her eyes.
Storm
The sky was a hazy grey outside his window, and he knew the storm was coming. With a smile he dashed outside and ran through the village, knowing she'd be there, where she always was when it stormed. On the hill on the outskirts of Ealdor, where no one could see them and no one would bother them.
Naturally, she was there, waiting, and he reached her just as the first droplets of rain began to fall.
"You promised." She teased, and Merlin smiled as he held up a hand and made the raindrops dance around them.