Rating: G
Notes: -
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection with BBC's Merlin, nor do I make any money writing this fanfiction.
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Restyle
Lancelot must be asleep. Either that or Arthur assumes he has a lot of patience because he's letting Merlin play with his hair. He watches but Lancelot doesn't stir as Merlin's fingers brush through his hair, pulls it back whenever it falls into his face and twists it gently. Unless Arthur is mistaken, (which he very highly doubts), Merlin appears to be making lots of little braids.
Such a girl.
Arthur says nothing, just shakes his head, momentarily catching Merlin's attention and a quick perplexed glance before he goes back to what he's doing. As Arthur shifts closer to the pair of them he finds that Lancelot is still awake because he feels his arms circle around him and his fingers settle in a light grip upon his shoulders to pull him even closer.
"What's he doing?" Lancelot asks and Arthur feels his breath ghosting against his forehead.
"Braiding your hair," Arthur says and closes his eyes. He's tired and his voice sounds heavy. But he's able to speak loud enough for Merlin to hear. "Making you into just as much of a girl as he is."
"Yours is just too short." Merlin reaches over to run his fingers through Arthur's hair, only to be slapped away. Arthur's hand drops down over Lancelot's back.
"Will they be out by the morning?"
"Depends when I fall asleep," Merlin says.
"And when you wake up," Arthur adds. "You're still to turn up for training on time, braids or no."
A small groan rumbles in Lancelot's throat and Arthur feels Merlin's fingers run through his hair again. But he's too tired to slap him away this time. Arthur finds it would have been pointless anyway, because Merlin strokes through his hair, over his cheek and then settles his hand upon his shoulder.
END