A/N ~ Mustard is disgusting. Hope this is good for you.
Ship: Merlin/Freya
Song: You Won't Feel A Thing ~ The Script
Suggested By: The Goldfish
Freya knows what it feels like to be hurt, and that's why Merlin connects with her. She's been kicked right down, away from her druids, because of a curse that was not her fault. She's been spat in the face, and in that cage she'd been pulled right down to the lowest place. She's been lied to, shamed, and her life has been disgraced. She's been excommunicated from every holy place. They can't help her. Merlin can. Merlin knows.
She'd been beat up and robbed, she'd been lower than dead. For the way she looked at night, for the things it did. Merlin knew it all, from Ealdor. And so when trouble thinks it's found them, and their world falls down around them, they can promise each other that they won't feel a thing.
Merlin would take it on the chin for her. For her, he would take the cuts and bruises all over his skin, because he knows she's had more than enough. So has he. But no, they won't feel a thing, because anything else the world had to throw at her, he would stand in front, take the blow for her. She was hurt too much.
They know what it's like to be left in the cold. Have their dreams held up and then shot full of holes. He's always laughed at, he's the butt of the joke. They've narrowly escaped flames and going up in smoke. Been stabbed in the back, promised the world. And Freya will try to keep her head up for all that it's worth.
Outside their double-glazing, they both knew very well that war was raging. But compared to everything else, they'd promise each other they wouldn't feel a thing.
And if she falls here, at least he knows she would die for him, and promise her that he won't feel a thing. And if he falls here, at least she knows he would die for her, and promise him that she won't feel a thing.
A/N ~ Told ya I'd update soon.