Just another little One Shot I wrote the other night when I couldn't get to sleep!
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin
Arthur stood, face as blank as an unpainted canvas, eyes as fierce as stone.
"Merlin you have to leave…"
"Arthur…"
"Please Merlin"
An order. Not a request.
Those stony eyes turned from my face, preferring to find comfort in the emptiness of the rain washed glass, silence unnerving, somehow louder than the pitter patter of the rain.
"Arthur" I begged one last time, "listen to me, these people have done nothing wrong – "
"They practiced sorcery, isn't that enough?" he shot back, steely focus maintained on the water dripping down the glass.
"Is that enough to make a person worthy of death?"
"My father thought it was"
"Your father was wrong Arthur! Think of all the innocent people he burnt at the stake, all the children he had drowned, for nothing other than the choices their parents made!"
Arthur turned, eyes meeting mine at long last, pain evident in the luminescent blue.
"He dedicated his life to this"
"He murdered, Arthur. Just because he did, does not mean you have to too"
The silence was disconcerting, neither positive nor negative, simply there, an indication of the uncertainty hanging in the heated winter air.
"… I must respect his wishes" he whispered to no-one but himself.
"Then if I were a sorcerer, you would have me executed too?"
A sly smile crossed Arthurs face, masking the uncertainty it held previously, a glimmer in his eye.
"I know you too well for that Merlin… We all know you could never be a sorcerer"