Warnings for Story: Slash, angst, first fic in a fandom, drabbles (if you feels that needs a warning. If so, intriguing thing to click on, don't you think?).
Never Simple
It happens so easily. A smile, a few words, an unexpected kiss… A flash of gold, almost too quick to be seen. Except Arthur sees it, because he's bloody Arthur Pendragon.
And right now he wishes he wasn't.
Before, it had been so simple. Hadn't felt like it perhaps, because he hadn't realised it was `before` anything. He'd suspected his manservant of hiding something from him, but he hadn't expected… this. Because it's Merlin, Camelot's prize idiot.
Merlin, who's saved his life even more than he'd realised.
His Merlin, who's taken everything he's ever known and turned it upside down.
Why does nothing ever stay simple? Isn't his life complicated enough without magic ruining it again?
When Arthur kisses him (or does he kiss Arthur?), he actually feels happy. Safe. Loved. Then his magic flares up with his emotions, and one look on the prince's face tells him it's all over.
That look doesn't bear thinking about, let alone remembering for the lifetime he knows he will. Surprise, confusion, horror… Pain. The kind of wound even magic can never heal.
For the first time, he thinks that maybe Uther's right. Maybe magic died for a reason.
Maybe he should too.
Author's Notes: Finally getting round to uploading my LJ Merlin fics onto FFNet. There's at least a four month period where this fandom consumed my life (not that I've completely got it back yet, of course), so there's a rather awkward amount of these on the way. Feels a bit like providing the evidence to justify something, to be honest. Damn the shininess of new fandoms, new couples and the whole shebang. If, in fact, you can use `shebang` as a word. And yet Word is accepting it. Odd.
