A Half Cannot Truly Hate That Which Makes it Whole
Merlin couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not even in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Arthur would seek him out. He had always assumed he would have to make the first move and the first step towards trying to repair the damage. And yet, here Arthur was.
He felt himself grinning like an idiot as Arthur started spinning about like a mad man in the middle of his clearing and couldn't stop himself from mocking the man. He held his breath as he waited for a sign that this was a friendly visit and then came Arthur's response. Merlin felt an uplifting giddiness flood through his veins and he stumbled forward, grinning even brighter as Arthur finally turned to face him. There was no hate there and it was as though a huge weight had finally been lifted from atop Merlin's shoulders.
Merlin stood still, content with just looking at Arthur, as the wise words an old dragon had once said came to mind. He hadn't believed it, hadn't the courage to even begin to hope for it, and yet here was the proof. His eyes prickled with the threat of tears as the realisation sunk in: this was the moment he'd been waiting for all this time.
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Author's Note: And done! Quite short, isn't it? Hope you all enjoyed!