Merlin
"You must be more careful Merlin," Gaius said, "I mean really careful, Arthur almost saw you!"
Merlin sighed. "It's not my fault that being the Crown Prince's man servant has a lot of chores... and there are too much if you ask me." As Merlin spoke his words got quieter and quieter for it was obvious that Gaius was not indeed asking what Merlin thought.
"I don't care how much work you have to do, anyone else would kill for the chance to be servant to the Prince. You did earn the spot by saving his life," Gaius pointed out, "King Uther was most grateful."
"Yea, saving Arthur, the son of the man who banned sorcery and magic from sorcery and magic, with sorcery and magic, gotta love to irony."
"Merlin," Gaius continued "you are the most powerful sorcerer to have ever lived..."
The rant continued but Merlin zoned out. While he loved the grey haired physician, the best in all of Camelot most say, Merlin personally though that he needed to refresh his bi-weekly 'talks' with new material.
At twenty years old, Melin has done much in the name of Camelot even if he is only known as the cowardly serving boy to the Prince. "But it's not like its my fault I have to hide during battles in order to use my magic" thought Merlin. In the five years he has been in Camelot and been a manservant to the Prince, he grew from a small awkward boy to a tall man standing easily over 6 feet, when he doesn't slouch, that is. His hair is as black as raven's wings that touches his shoulders and eyes as black as night that usually sparkle with humour, even when they shouldn't. His/Merlin's nose is straight, his lips full and he has prominent, high cheekbones. His arms are well muscled, and his abdomen as tough as any knight's, both earned from lifting, cleaning and anything else that was needed for Arthur. Merlin's usual outfit is loose pants, old well used boots, a loose shirt, a worn jacket and a colourful handkerchief around his neck. He paints a very handsome picture but no one is very fond of him. There is a good reason why no women want him courting them. His black hair is always in his face, so they can't see it when they do dain to look upon him, not to mention that it always sticks up everywhere. Except of course from Gwen and Lady Morganna. "And that turned out wonderful on both counts" he thought wrily.
"Gaius, Gaius" Merlin repeated louder when his mentor would not stop.
"What?" was his oh, so eloquent reply.
"I've heard this before and I am always careful. When the time is right Arthur will know. Besides, Uther is almost gone and I am almost free." Merlin wasn't aware but the longing in his face almost made Gaius cry in pity. "Now," continued Merlin, "I would like nothing less than to have you look at me all disapprovingly some more but I have to go and polish Arthur's floors before I get yelled at by him. Again." The last said on a hopeless sigh.