Day Twenty-one
Time: medieval
Character(s): Gwaine, Merlin
Pairing: Merlin x Gwaine
He was sneaking out of the castle as fast as he could, as silent as he could. Still there was some kind of feast going on that Arthur had to throw to celebrate the years of peace with the neighboring kingdoms, but Merlin really wasn't in the mood to stick around and serve these so called noble men anymore.
When he made his way around the guards standing at the gate he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding for the past five minutes.
There were only quite a few people still outside in the lower town, so there wasn't really anything Merlin had to worry about here. But still as a patrol came around the corner, Merlin pulled a hood over his head and tried to seem inconspicuous. It was not that he was planning to do something too illegal this evening and the guards couldn't really know about his plans if he thought about it. But they'd probably drag him back to Arthur and the warlock didn't want to have that kind of conversation with his prince tonight.
When he couldn't hear the guards anymore he broke out into a dash, almost running over a beggar and barely managing to keep himself from tripping. He just wanted to get out of Camelot and the lower town, just wanted to get away from the people here. He didn't want to be seen, not by anyone.
Well, except of course by him.
Merlin made his way into the forest and almost stumbled and fell down if it weren't for a pair of strong arms suddenly encompassing him, keeping him from falling.
His instant reaction was to panic.
However, he had no choice but to relax when he felt hands running through his hair and a voice softly murmuring into his ear.
Gwaine.
He turned around in the other man's arms, couldn't believe that it was really him. They hadn't seen each other for a year! And one year was way too long of a time for the young warlock. It seemed however that it was way too long for Gwaine too, if the way he pulled him close, as if he never wanted to let Merlin go again, was any indication.
"Hey." It was this breathless greeting and the shy smile that accompanied it, which set Gwaine off.
He placed both of his hands at either sides of Merlin's head and closed the distance between their lips.
They kissed as if there was no tomorrow, which for the two of them might even be true. And still there was no better feeling Merlin could imagine than kissing Gwaine, being kissed like this.
It was way too short for the warlock's liking but they were unkindly interrupted by a patrol. Why were they even going through these woods late at night? Merlin cursed, but Gwaine just silenced him with another kiss, not quite wanting to let go of his Merlin yet.
As the guards got closer however, they had to part. As much as Merlin wanted to keep Gwaine here, he wouldn't just stand by and watch as the guards dragged his love into the dungeons.
Gwaine hugged Merlin close one last time and whispered into his ear.
"Merry Christmas"