AN: Hi, dearies. This story was meant to be a one-shot, but in my rush the day I published this, I forgot to mark it Complete. And so, I thought, what the hell. This chapter isn't long, and so it's now a two-shot! :)) I hope you enjoy, no angst here or anything, just some fluff. Please don't forget to leave a review, and I'll ask that of you now since I don't wanna put any Author's Note at the end of a story. Those annoy me. They ruin the moment of the last scene. :)) Please review!
The Watch
As another breeze of bitter-cold wind blew as it tried to penetrate through their thick warm clothes, he gave her hand another squeeze as their fingers remain tangled in the pocket of his coat.
The world around them was slowly turning white, the snow covering the scene with a thin layer of ice. The park was all but lively, only having Merlin and Morgana to keep it company as the first of winter's snow landed upon the city. Her head rested on his shoulder, one of her legs entangling with his, as he in turn buried his nose in her soft knitted hat.
The two creatures of magic stared at their surroundings, observing every little detail as they burned the scene into their memory. They revelled in the feel of each other's warmth as they pressed against each other, letting the silence of the dawn of the day rest between them in comfort.
It was what seemed like an endless serenity that surrounded them. They are those who watched the world grow in age, and they watched the new epoch of time turn to ice in this small nook of the globe. The pair wore small smiles on their faces, satisfied with their own little world, finding comfort in each other's company as they waited for a leader, a king, to arise when the time of their of darkest and greatest need arrives.
They would always feel like outcasts of modern society, with their hearts and souls left behind in a time when kingdoms conquered kingdoms, a time when kings and queens clad in glimmering jewels and gold ruled over lands, a time when swords clashed and clanged with each other in the midst of blood and battle, a time of magic. It was destiny that stood in their way towards death, the true and final peace that they longed for deep in their bones. Their lives were dragged on for too long, each second prolonging their lives all the more when all they wish is for it to simply stop. But there are plans for them, plans that could counter the world's darkest time, and they were simply waiting. Waiting for a certain king from long ago to guide them through it all, waiting for a certain man with a good heart and a kind soul to lead them to a golden age.
The world has changed, but that was all Merlin and Morgana could do. Wait.
Morgana then stood, disrupting the stillness and tranquillity of it all, and tugged at Merlin's hand as she peeked at him through the low placement of her hat. Merlin raised an eyebrow at her, and it was all she could to smack her lips against his to wipe off that look on his face. "Come on," she tried to sway Merlin. "Wouldn't want to get buried under snow here, would we? And besides, I have other plans for when we get back home that doesn't involve us trying to freeze ourselves to death." Morgana winked suggestively, causing Merlin's eyes to light up as he jumped from his seat to pull her body closer to him.
She laughed, soft and tinkling as it filled Merlin's ears, and he pecked her on the nose. Merlin looked down at her with such adoration and tenderness in his expression that made her heart beat faster against her chest and a warm feeling to spread to the tips of her fingers and toes. Morgana couldn't help herself as she reached up on her toes, fluttering her eyelashes closed, and left a soft kiss of her own against his cool lips. When she pulled back, Merlin let his forehead rest on hers as he kept his gaze upon Morgana's. He let himself savour each moment he has with her, to cherish each second he has before the streets fill with busy bodies and stern faces to get the day's work done. It was these times, the moments in between the odd hours of the day that they can let their facades of normality fall to reveal their true selves: beings of magic, identities that belonged to a time so long ago, two people who are out of place in this world of modern technology, two hearts that held secrets and longings that were hidden and buried deep under the accumulated time in their lives.
They would wait. As long as they had each other, they would live through destiny and make the most out of it.
As Morgana smiled up at him, she enclosed his hand with hers, and together they walked through the snow-covered ground, treading through the time under the red sunrise in the distance. They keep their pace slow, finding leisure in each step, as they huddle close to each other against the cold in their unmindful walk.
After all, they had all the time in the world.