Emrys…Emrys…Emrys…EMRYS!
Merlin groaned as he sat up in bed. He had been sleeping peacefully, actually better than he had in a while, then Mordred of all people wakes him up. He didn't trust the druid, but he tried to at least be civil to him.
What Mordred?
A pause followed that, probably because Mordred hadn't expected Merlin to respond. Sure, Merlin had been nice enough to him, but that didn't mean the warlock wouldn't ignore him every now and then. It had become a regular occurrence for Merlin to tune out the druid, mostly because of his odd behavior. And Merlin just knew something strange was going on.
Every time Merlin walked in a room, Mordred's face would light up and an ear-to-ear grin would spread across his face. If their shoulders or hands accidently brushed while they were walking, Mordred would blush and not say anything for a while. And when they tried to have a conversation, the druid would stumble over his words and respond to everything coyly, almost like a boy talking to a teacher he had a crush on. Worst of all, Mordred had taken up a habit of staring at Merlin with a longing gaze.
Emrys?
Yes?
Emrys, can I-
Merlin didn't let him finish. Nope.
The warlock then turned over and pretended to fall asleep, even though Mordred wouldn't know that.
Emrys, can I say something, please?
Merlin grumbled into his pillow. Why not?
Alright, the druid said. I just wanted to….
Merlin rolled his eyes. Wanted to what?
I just wanted to….wake you up and tell you that I love you.
Merlin just smiled and went back to sleep.
He knew something was up.
A/N: I know, I know. I should be updating other fics. You can all scream at me. *nods* But there is almost no Merdred on this site and I'm trying to fix that!
Well, review?