Soo...I felt I should update after I posted the last chapter, went to sleep, woke up feeling ill, looked in my inbox and - BAMN! My review count had doubled.
So thankyou to Inimbi and Caldera32 . You really made my day. And made me write this, inspired by the bit in 5x01 where Arthur is using Merlin's head as a pillow whilst sleeping. Poor Merlin. I'm not too happy with the ending - but I need ideas! Please, someone, help!
Sorry for the long AN, quick disclaimer which I always forget to do: onviously I own Merlin - that's why Mordred's still alive, Arthur's still oblivious, Freya's dead, and they don't live in a castle on Mars with a talking lion, or ride pink sparkly unicorns.
Sure.
They had gotten lost in the snowstorm, separated from the rest of the patrol. And so, naturally, when night had fallen they had found somewhere to shelter and wait for morning.
The lack of warmth had caused them to unconciously move closer together for warmth. Survival 101. Everyone knew that. Well, everyone but, it seemed, Gwaine.
Just because he and Merlin had been sharing the one blanket that Merlin had mysteriously managed to produce from nowhere, it didn't mean that they liked sleeping like that. Quite the opposite. Merlin smelt like horses and apples and sweat and...peasants.
And just because they may have rolled towards each other whilst sleeping, did not mean that they'd gone to sleep like that. He distinctly remembered looking at a tree. And unless something had gone seriously wrong or he was hallucinating, Merlin was definately not a tree.
And no matter what Gwaine said, they had most definately not been cuddling.
I just realised that that was probably the only one so far that actually counts as a drabble. Weird.
Review? Ideas? Prompts? Please? Inimbi said my stories were like cookies, and everyone loves biscuits and everyone wants more...
Hopefully.