Author: ILoveThesePeople
Word Count: 333
Rating: K+
Warnings: Slash
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: It all laid shattered at their feet, yet Arthur finds himself unable to care.
A/N: Not really sure about what to say on this one. It's kinda angsty, it's kinda fluffy, and I honestly don't know when, where, and how I got this idea. But oh well, as long as you guys like it, right?
Shattered Peace: Arthur
Arthur could define peace, could give it a meaning and a face. To him peace was the softest touch of a loving mother, the sound of a lullaby drifting in the wind, the face of a gentle father. Lately the thought of peace came with sapphire blue eyes, full red lips quirked into a teasing smirk, raven hair that was always slightly mussed, and porcelain skin. Peace was an entity in these things, given a body as life pushed through it.
Sadly though, Arthur had to learn that not everything lived forever. The mother's touch was gone, replaced with a cold absence Arthur always felt with him. The lullaby was broken, the sound of it now being coarse and unpleasant. The face that once held care and love was left broken as well, only holding a small proportion of what he once had and the rest was filled with anger and hatred. The sapphire eyes turned gold, revealing betrayal to all they had known. Full red lips rarely smiled; instead they mostly frowned as he tried to continue breathing. Porcelain skin was littered in cuts and bruises, a god send for what could have happened to him.
So Arthur laid in a tent far from Camelot, his broken Merlin in his arms. The only sounds that could be heard were their steady breaths as they breathed in the shattered peace they had claimed for themselves. The only peace the two may ever find, but as Merlin turns in his arms to nestle down in his chest Arthur finds himself strangely content with that fact.