Title: Chicken Soup For The Arwen Lover's Soul Summary: /It's like a slow burn; always there, under the surface, burning steadily, never leaving, no matter how much Arthur wishes it would. But then again, he's too far in to actually back out now./ Drabbles for the ArthurxGwen lover's soul. Arwen Genre: General, Romance Rating: T, just in case.
Silent Knight: I don't own anything but the plot for these drabbles and the drabbles themselves.
So...first time Merlin writer I am, since most of you probably haven't heard of me. I'm not saying that you should pity my bad writing skills at portraying Arthur and his thoughts or anything, but just thought I should throw this out there, so that if you see anything that sounds too OOC, you'll understand why Silent Knight sucks so much at writing him.
Excuse the title - I know it's sucky, but I had no idea what else to call these drabbles, so I just winged it and, well, the hideous title is what came out of it. Anywho, hopefully I can whip up some drabbles. If you have any requests and whatnot, let me know with a PM or a review, please.; :)
Also, Arwen [Arthur/Gwen] rocks! :DD I love them together! ...just thought I should throw that out there as well...lol
Anywho, enjoy and review, please.
Silent Knight over and out!
Chicken Soup For The Arwen Lover's Soul
1. Slow Burn
It started a while back; when, suddenly, Guinevere stopped being Morgana's maidservant, stopped being just...there, stopped being somebody in the background, someone whom he didn't care for and didn't exactly look at - much less talk with. How quickly that had changed, though. How quickly had she become so much more than she had been before.
At times it was a marvelous thing; he knew that, if he was ever to fall in love, this would definitely be how he would feel, like he did when he was near Gwen. Other times it was sickening; when he had to know exactly where she was every single moment, for it hurt every time she wasn't anywhere near him, and his body yearned for her's.
It was wrong, he knew.
His father would never approve. Everyone would look down at her, look down at him. Everything would be ruined; turned into shambles. Further destruction of things would ensue, no doubt.
But then why did it feel so right; every time she smiled tentatively at him, when she curtsied so shyly, spoke so softly that he had to strain his ears just to hear her. Arthur didn't know, he didn't understand; though he wished he could. What he wouldn't give to understand why his attraction towards the beautiful maidservant was so...powerful.
It's like a slow burn; always there, under the surface, burning steadily, never leaving, no matter how much Arthur wishes it would. But then again, he's too far in to actually back out now. Much too far in.
And if he ever did back out, then he would miss the feeling too much - for it's like being intoxicated, even with the pain left in your temples after wards intact. Though, if he managed to actually have Guinevere in his hands, his lips molded against hers, his skin ghosting over hers, he would take the pain any day, every day.