Dedication: to llLethell. Her awesome stories made me spent many moments happily reading, but when I saw the last chapter of Fractions the words just jumped out of my mind. So I had to write this. It's all her fault!:D


A full pitcher of wine sat between them. Merlin had brought it hours ago, but they didn't feel like honoring the dead by getting drunk. Instead both king and warlock sipped the wine carefully, an excuse to spend the night together.

Talking.

About their youth, about victories and failures. Many memories were bittersweet - for every victory there were sacrifices - more than once they barely escaped alive.

"Merlin, do you remember that time..." or "Arthur, you should have seen..."

Laughter and tears shared in a lifetime of adventures.

The light of the morning found them tired, yet much relieved.