Hi everyone! Yes, yes, we know this account has pretty much become redundant, seeing as we haven't updated anything in so long, but hey... Anyway, here's a short little drabble, which, by the way, is not intended to be serious in any way (if anything, it's a parody) written by WOKgeotobi and Esie-muffin on the bus on the way home (with a few modifications from Esie-muffin, just to get it up to 100 words. Yes, she counted them all.)
Summary: Arthur utters the three words that constantly weave teasingly through Merlin's dreams - the three words guaranteed to send him over the edge...
Merlin gazed deeply into Arthur Pendragon's expressive, sapphire-hued eyes that glimmered in the dim candlelight, like fireflies around an open flame. Such was the level of love and adoration in that one simple look that Arthur could not help but return his manservant's steadfast gaze, looking deep into Merlin's soul. Arthur's lips curved downwards in a small frown and his forehead creased as though some profound thought had just occurred to him; he tilted his head slightly and smiled as he softly whispered the three heaven-bending words that bound the two together, enticing Fate and snaring Destiny...
"Polish my armour."