A/N: Many many thanks to my lovely reviewers! Honestly, I was a bit disappointed "Black Magic" got so few- was it just because I posted "Sweet Revenge" so close to it or did you guys just not like it as much? Logically I know I'm probably just being sensitive; I feel a bit more attached to it since it's three times the length of most of my chapters and I spent more time trying out and discarding/adapting ideas for it- but logic does not work against feelings :/ .
Talking about story's that have changed a lot from their initial conception- this one.
So many changes both minor and major to wind up with this silly little piece.
It was originally going to be Gwen and Arthur, but they got to do this on the show so I decided to pick another couple.
From there infinite possibilities stretched out depending on who was chosen (second choice was Gaius and Alice).
That's right, so many ways this tale could have gone and my fingers typed this one ^_~.
Guest reviewer: I love you :) I have a special fondness for people who start reading late in a story but still review individual chapters instead of just waiting until the latest. And yes, chapter 33 was Merlin's revenge for the events of 31.
Anyway, here are some more words for your perusal!
(Next time, the fic formerly known as "Rambo" now more appropriately named "Zip It")
Gwaine gazed adoringly into the eyes of his beloved.
This was perfect. The candles, the wine, Merlin in the loft above.
Perfect.
Merlin, meanwhile, was fit to burst, his stomach muscles already aching from his desperate attempts to suppress his laughter.
But this was a favor for a friend, and he would see it through.
He massaged his cheeks, sore from the outrageously big grin on his face, and waited for Gwaine's signal.
The knight gently caressed his lady's ear and offered her the goblet of wine he had just poured.
She turned her head away shyly and the man waved his arm surreptitiously.
The servant saw his cue and began sprinkling the flower petals so that they fell over the couple in a gentle shower, making sure none of them landed on the candles.
"Bess."
Gwaine gently grasped the dark chin and turned her to face him.
"I have something very important to ask you."
This was Merlin's second cue and he hastily set to work, tying the small box to his green neckerchief and tucking a small bubble of magic into the fabric so that it floated gently down to land in his friend's outstretched palm- the bubble popping on contact.
The rogue pulled the parcel open and offered the ring to his companion.
"Will you marry me?"
Bess blinked in surprise and turned her head again, feeling bashful.
Gwaine was about to apologize for his forwardness, but instead felt his heart soaring as Bess glanced back at him and nodded; burying her face in his chest.
Merlin looked down on the two with conflicted feelings.
It was great to see his friend so genuinely happy, really it was-
but that didn't mean he'd laugh any less once Gwaine sobered up and realized he'd proposed to a cow.