If only Merlin would rise out of my dreams and become mine. But alas, I have no chance at all, not the least bit, to be able to own Merlin.
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In The Line Of Duty
Chapter 9
Merlin gave them water and tended to their wounds after dumping all their bags to the side. Gwaine and Lancelot only had a few cuts that Merlin applied a salve on.
"So where did they come from?" Merlin asked as he applied honey with other medicinal herbs to a long slash at Elyan's elbow.
Leon and Percival only had a few bruises and were the least injured out of the knights.
"From their clothes, they must be from Cenrid's kingdom. It would make sense as we are near the border after all." Arthur replied and Merlin finally turned to him to assess his injuries. After seeing nothing amiss with him visibly, Merlin asked, "Are you injured?"
"No." Arthur replied and emptied a water bag thirstily.
"Hey, we need to conserve water. Most of our supplies are gone."
Merlin told him in a scolding manner.
"We can get more from a stream, Merlin."
"Well, if you are willing to go to a stream, then I suggest you go to the one back there. Because I dropped all the dishes and pot there." Merlin mumbled quietly.
"What did you just say, Merlin?!" Arthur exclaimed.
"How are we gonna eat now, you dollop-head?"
"Well, I'll just go back and get them." Merlin replied with a strained smile.
"Are you joking? How are you gonna defend yourself if those bandits show up?"
"Okay. One of you can just tag along with me then."
"I'll go." Lancelot piped up readily.
"No. Merlin here will have to tolerate me as punishment for leaving behind the dishes." Arthur said with a grin and pulled Merlin into a brotherly headlock as they both stood up to leave.
"Oh come on! Let me go, you clot-pole." Merlin whined, weakly trying to escape from Arthur's biceps.
"What was that, you idiot?" Arthur asked as he lightly bumped Merlin on the head with his fist.
They were both laughing as they walked in the direction of the stream, bickering with each other and Merlin rubbing his head, a toothy grin splitting his face.
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Merlin shakily followed the man, thinking that what he said couldn't possibly be true. He tensed when Arthur was levitated into the air and floated after them. He bent to grab his bloody jacket as it slipped to the floor from atop Arthur. They exited the cell and Merlin glanced at the knights worriedly. They should be alright for now though. The metal bars locked with the man's magic, Merlin followed the man as he once again dragged his axe in that menacingly evil way of his, lost in his thoughts on whether he should fight this man with his magic or his mind.