Winter winds
The snow had settled on the ground, and sparkled under the street lights. Most The birds had gone already but the robins swooped playing in the crisp twinkling stars. Over the moon a silhouette of a Victorian carriage pulled by a shark lept, and faint silvery laughter rang out. There were flickering candles in the windows as gleeful children peeped out excitedly, eager for morning so they could play in the powdery snow. The loved up couples were huddled together in one coat laughing as they ran into their homes. One more face was seen in the otherwise empty street. A young man with wiry black hair and enchanting blue eyes. He had a blue hoodie on and a faded red neckerchief hung round his neck. He had head phones in his ears, and he smiled at the ground. Clear memories of past times playing in the snow danced in his mind filling him with bitter sweet joy.
The snow crunched beneath his feet as he walked. He hesitated at the old café with the frosted window and the creaking sign. The plans he had for that café, if he ever brought it. As the light snow started to float down again, he walked on. The frosty wind seemed to get harder when he came to a field. The last of the rugby team were leaving after a great practise. The boy didn't pay them much attention, but the nearer he got the harder the winter winds blew. As his friend John wandered by in a festive knitted jumper, wrapped up in his boyfriend's blue scarf and jacket, he limped again. John's limp was worse in winter. That's why Sherlock followed a meter behind trying not to be seen. The boy smiled to himself. He adored John, and he could handle Sherlock. He was happy for them, but envious too.
He sighed as he remembered last winter in Camelot. He missed throwing snowballs with the knights and building snow dragons with Gwen and Morgana. But the thing he missed most was the feel of the king wrapping his arms around him to warm him up. But taking a further step he saw Dean Follow Castile's trench coat into the waiting blue box. The smiling ginger girl at the door waved, calling "merry Christmas merlin!" but her voice was carried away on the wind. Merlin waved back. The blue door shut and more snow was thrown up as it vanished. There was a final shove of wind, and Merlin slipped on a frozen puddle and collided with the final rugby player on the field. Merlin spat out a mouthful of peppermint snow. Mumbling an apology, Merlin tried to get up but the rugby player held him down. "Merlin? My merlin?!" he gasped amazed. Merlin looked into the player face his heart lifting into his throat, "Arthur! What are you doing here?" Merlin breathed joyfully. Arthur shrugged smiling as he hugged his servant tightly. "I'm waiting for Loki and Thor to give me a lift to Stark tower. Captain America's finally convinced him to have a Christmas party. Now you're coming with me!" Arthur beamed helping Merlin to his feet. Merlin just smiled speechless.
As the robins snuggled together in their nests, the clouds hid the stars as they sent down more snow and the flames of candles melted the wax to stumps, Arthur and Merlin danced in the sparkling snow of the rugby field. "Thank you winter winds!" Merlin whispered, the wind echoing his words.