Hello! Sorry I haven't posted or updated anything in a while. I've been pretty busy, and in my free time I've been extremely lazy. :c Anyway, I was just listening to my library and decided to do a couple drabbles to the songs playing with the duration of the songs as a time limit. I've done no editing outside of grammar/spelling, so forgive me if they seem terribly stupid or stupidly terrible...is that a word? Who cares, on with the show!
"Merlin! What the hell do you think you're doing? Go!" Arthur shouted as furiously clapping footsteps neared the anxious pair. Arthur's command snapped the warlock from his momentarily paralysis, and he bolted, beginning his frantic race for his life.
The prince remained where he stood, brow furrowed and a pained expression on his face as he watched the retreating form of his idiot manservant, most trusted friend, and-
He found his thoughts interrupted by the guards swarming around him, grabbing his arms and blocking any way of escape as one called out, "Arthur Pendragon, you are under arrest by order of the King."
(London Calling- The Clash)
Merlin sighed and shook his head, dejected, as he walked slowly, reluctantly to the door to the prince's chambers. Said prince remained leaning against the table, back to his manservant out of agitation and anger. The raven-haired warlock wondered why Arthur wouldn't see reason and why he was reverting to his old, entirely prattish mindset of "I'm the prince, I get what I want when I want, and no one can tell me otherwise."
Merlin knew his prince's anger would be temporary, but it was plain that someone still had quite a bit of maturing to do before taking the throne, and, worryingly, very little time to do it.
(Art is Dead- Bo Burnham)
"Merlin, please-" Arthur began, his plea broken off by his manservant turning in the prince's grip, eyes shining.
"No, it's time I left. I'm sorry I- I misunderstood." He gave a jerk, but Arthur's hand remained clasped on his bony wrist, and the prince moved both of his hands to the younger man's shoulders and forced Merlin to look into his eyes.
"You haven't, honestly. She has. Merlin, don't you get it? I-I could never-You-I can't-need," Arthur continued desperately, growing increasingly frustrated at his inability to express just what the bumbling idiot in his arms meant to him, how much he needed him-
His thoughts were interrupted by soft, pale fingers brushing his cheek. He stared into his friend's face, willing him to see the affection, the care, the want, the need, the love he felt for this utterly endearing, bewildering idiot that had stumbled into his life so many years before.
Something seemed to break in said idiot, for he leaned forward and met Arthur's lips in a very…undignified, but earnest, kiss. Arthur felt Merlin's resulting smile against his lips and simply couldn't help his own in return.
(Only Girl in the World- Boyce Avenue)
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