Sorry, I had to take it down and repost because stupidly I forgot the starty/disclaimer/explainy part - sigh.
I finally finished it, so this is possibly my last Merlin fic for a while.
I don't own Merlin or a pigeon. In fact, I'm not really a bird person.
Set: During 2.04 - I HAD to fix the part where Merlin failed to live up to my expectations (as a sweet and sensitive guy) and didn't hug Gwen when she started crying. Instead he ran for the hills - typical guy.
Gwen's face fell.
Gone. He couldn't be gone.
She felt warm tears start to track down her face. A hard lump in her throat.
All for nothing.
Her feelings ignored again.
How easy it was for him to walk away.
She tried to remember the last thing he'd said, and couldn't.
She remembered very clearly the last thing Arthur had said.
Too clearly.
It was too much.
Her bottom lip trembled.
Merlin stepped forward, wrapping his arms tight around her. Gwen let out a sob and allowed herself to take the comfort.
She clutched tightly at his tunic, her cheek pressed to his shoulder – hiding from the world in his embrace.
Was it all for show? For whose benefit?
A game? Who had won?
She'd lost. She knew that much.
Her jaw tightened, not even worthy of a goodbye.
Not
worth
saving.
The first couple of chapters are short so I'm going to cram a few up at once.
This was a bit of a different writing style then the others...and a bit more serious. I was listening to Imogen Heap.