All these little drabble ideas keep attacking me lately! D: Anyway, I started out writing this as fluff, but some monster came up from behind me and held me down until I agreed to add bitter lemons to the story. I sure do hate that old monster. This fic was inspired by the song "You're the Voice" by John Farnham, or 'Farmer' is it? xD Gotta love Colin and Bradley. And warning! A very very very sappy Arthur can be found in this story. I hope you like it. Reviews are always appreciated!
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"You know, you're the voice. The one voice I will always, without a doubt, listen to. The one voice out of any that ever have been, are, and ever will be that will have a guaranteed effect on anything I do. You're the voice that can urge me into battle, convince me to fight for my people, no matter what the cost.
"But, you're also the voice that can coax me away from the violence, the bloodshed. The voice that, when it says, 'Please, Arthur- this war is not worth it. Come away from it," I will surely listen. For I know that your voice has seen more than I ever will, even if you don't remember any of it. Every word that escapes your lips never fails to ring with wisdom and power, so it is impossible for me to ignore your words.
"All you have to do is make a single sound to make it clear that you are that voice. That single, magical voice whose soft lilt is a caress to my ears. For the love of all that's holy, look at how your voice is making me speak! All loving and caring and profound and heartfelt. It makes me sick that just your voice can do this to me.
Though, when you jokingly insult me, or say you love me, it doesn't matter. I'm more than happy to sound like an entirely besotted sap so long as I can draw forth just one more lyric from that angelic mouth.
"That's it, I will say no more. You're not even awake, so what's the point? Honestly, what kind of king is this emotional and simply pathetic? Apparently this one speaks in just that manner, given how much time I spend with you. I think I need a break. But who am I kidding? One moment without your laugh resounding in my ears will drive me mad and I'll just come running back into your arms to be positively wooed by the intoxicating melody that is your voice.
"You're the voice, Merlin. The voice that gives me the strength to refuse to sit in silence when horrors far more powerful than I unfold . You're the voice that keeps fear at bay so I can know a life without it for the sake of my people. You're the voice that grates against my eardrums, drives me to the brink of insanity, and then drags me back with soft whispers of affection.
"And it is killing me that… you're the voice that is long been gone."
I hope the sappiness of Arthur's character in this wasn't too much... He is very OOC in this fic, I know, but I couldn't help it. It was that monster, I tell you!
Anywho, thanks for reading, and as always, reviews are love!