Hey guize :D
Long time no speak! (and of course, by 'speak' I mean 'upload', for which I apologise deeply)
So in an effort to regain my 'ability' of creative writing, I sat down and promised myself I was going to write something. So here it is.
A music meme.
Not quite what you were expecting? Me neither, but it seemed to work :) if you've never done one before, it's a pretty good way to stuff written :) just stick iTunes on shuffle and either write an extract based on the general mood you get from the song, or the lyrics, or some combination of both. I've taken an extract from the lyrics of each song that played and written a 'chapter' based on that.
So here you go. I've uploaded Chapters 1-5 to get you started, so if you likey, just press that little blue button to review and I'll upload some more! :D
I'll stop rambling now and leave you to the stuff that you actually came here for. V V V (unless you actually came here for my ramble, which means you'll leave now, but I would seriously consider getting a better hobby, my rambles aren't that interesting. How about reading and reviewing below instead?) :')
'And We're Like Noughts and Crosses, in that Opposites Always Attract'
Merlin reminisced what the Great Dragon had told him when he had first arrived in Camelot, that he and Arthur shared a destiny, that they were two halves of the same whole. Back then, with fledgling attraction fluttering tentatively in his stomach, he had marvelled at the implications of Kilgharrah's words. Did that mean Arthur loved him? That they were destined to be together? Then why did he feel like Arthur hated him so much, why did he feel like a mere servant in the great Crown Prince's presence?
Looking back, Merlin could recall with ease the anguish he had felt, yet the inextinguishable hope, quivering like a young bird in his chest every time he saw Arthur, every time his name slipped from those perfect lips, he hoped. Thank god his hope had not been disappointed. But even now, loving and being loved by Arthur in every way, Merlin could see how opposite they were, truly like two different sides of the same destiny. Merlin knew himself to be mostly subdued, a servant's life in a castle making him so, whereas Arthur, a Prince through and through, could be confident and loud and arrogant if need be, a perfect opposite. Not that tables didn't turn once in a while, when Arthur needed reassuring before making a decision, needed someone to bounce ideas off, needed someone to be there, Merlin always was, just as Arthur was there for him. Merlin could calm Arthur's impulsive passions in the same way Arthur could impassion Merlin's serenity with a glance. And even in looks, Merlin was dark-haired with pale skin, his eyes and lips the only emblazoning of colour, a fact Arthur seemed to love, yet Arthur was bright, a blonde-haired angel dressed in the scarlet that corresponded perfectly to his manners, his conduct. Merlin wondered whether if it was this lack of similarities, this sheer oppositeness of character that made them fit together so well, so perfectly.
His last thought before drifting into slumber was that if it was, he hoped with all his heart that it would never change.