I've got good news for you, my lovelies! After Wednesday, I will have some time to write!
So, to help you hold out till then I have this (why would I take notes in class when I could write for my slave-drivers...I mean...reviewers)
"Promise me, Merlin, promise me you'll never run out onto the battlefield again." he pressed Merlin firmly down into the floor of their shared tent, fisting his hands into Merlin's tunic, and forcing the man to look him in the eye. He knew he must look mad, he was covered with dirt, and the dried blood of far too many men, and as hard as he tried, he couldn't get what he assumed to be a look of horror off his face. Looking at Merlin made it worse, brought the memory even closer to the surface. He couldn't shake the image of Merlin running out in front of him, putting himself between him and the enemy. Arthur could have sworn his heart stopped in that moment. In all his years of battle, he had never been as scared as he had been then.
"No." Merlin replied, his voice not quite loud enough to sound truly defiant. Arthur was stunned, though nothing concerning Merlin should have surprised him by this point. Merlin pressed his lips lightly to his brow, as if he were trying to smooth away his frown. "I can't promise that, because if you are in danger, I will protect you, no matter what the consequence is."
Arthur thought about arguing, he thought about sending him away, or locking him up, whatever he had to do to keep Merlin safe. He knew it would be pointless though, there was nothing he could say or do that would keep Merlin away. Instead, he captured Merlin's mouth with his own, hoping he could forget about all this, forget about everything, at least for a little while. As he became lost to the world, the last thought that crossed his mind was I hate destiny.
