BookDragon87 : I love him too! Can you imagine Colin as a kid?
Katerina Riley : Aww, thanks! Writing him is like dancing over ponies and butterflies, that's how adorable it gets.
sarajm: :D Thanks!
Guest: Aww, let's cry together! :')
AFellowMerlinFan: Thank you so much! *squashes in hug* You guys make my days!
peacelight24: Oh, peacelight, that works for this chapter. :) But lol, thanks! And I completley agree with you. Sometimes, I miss sweet old Merlin too.
irezel : Thanks! Here ya go! :D
RavenclawMerlinFan: I will definetly continue it. ;) Thanks!
Method in Madness : OMG I love your new penname! *hugs* thank you!
CaptainOzone: Aww, Oz! *hugs* Thank you! And yes, I completley and utterly adore the fact that Merlin might see Arthur as a father now that he's a kid. ;) Lol, THAT line...you should actually take the credit. SMN re-reading my friend. ;)
MamzelleHermy: I know Hermy! GAIUS SHOULD BE IMMORTAL AND LIVE FOREVER ACCOMPANIED BY LEON.
BakerTennant'sTardis: :D Why, thank you very much!
lozzabluebell: I will have to check it out, Lozza. ;) Thank you! *hug*
Kermit22: Aww, thanks Kermit! And I would love to do that in a near future, sounds like a great idea. :D
WARNINGS: Spoilers from 5x12 and maybe tear-inducing writing. You have been warned. KNOWING THE EMOTIONAL WRECK THIS FANDOM IS RIGHT NOW I WANT TO STRESS THAT THIS MADE ME ( as in, the author that wrote this because she is just masochist) sad. Read at your own risk.
Title: Turning Pages.
Summary: A ficlet miscellany inspired by random music/desserts/quotes/movies or thoughts. No slash.
Inspiration: Very soonish heartbreak and bromancey feels. And a song. A hearbreaking song that is praised in its totality down below.
A/N: ( This one's a loong one.)
First, I'm pretty dang proud of myself for managing to set my laziness aside and shake my cold fingers to finish another chapter of Achilles Heels. :D *fist pump* I am literally freezing right now. Freezing.
Since now I am in winter-break ( finally!) I figured I would throw myself head-first into the drabble business. Now, this one is my little tribute to last night's EPIC BROMANCE scenes. So Spoilers, naturally.
So, yesterday I was listening to 'Song Bird' by Fleetwood Mac (courtesy of the brilliant Christine McVie) and could feel a few tears rolling down my eyes at the thought of Arthur's "I always thought you were the bravest man I've ever known….guess I was wrong." (DAMMIT BRADLEY YOU MADE ME CRY) so it can be said that this little drabble was born from the song since it was the song what made it happen…If you are brave enough play the song with this little piece. I dare you.
To you, I'll give the world
To you, I'll never be cold
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right.
- 'Songbird' Fleetwood Mac.
Like Never Before.
'All the things I've faced...I never worried about dying.' (1)
It had been many years since he'd had death as present as when he saw the burned, scorched and grim field of Camlann. And perhaps destiny never made him a seer but the King of Camelot could already feel death's presence, hovering over the land as if it formed part of the steep rocks and the dry earth.
"This is it. Camlann."
To hear his own voice pronounce the sentence sent a ripple of something ancient throughout his body, settling and nesting deep in his heart where Arthur's reason would only make it flourish, making the possibilities truths, making his resolve weaker.
He knew that no men could escape death's binding and more than once-perhaps even unknowingly- he had risked his life to save that which was more precious, be it his kingdom, his dear Guinevere or a…or a friend. A needed friend.
He did not fear death as he had not feared life. Even more, he would welcome it with open arms if by dying wounds would be spared upon his knights and kingdom. If by relinquishing to death he could stop Morgana's reign of terror and bring peace.
No, it was not death what he feared but to die alone.
To die without the comfort of a friendly hand upon his brow, to die knowing nothing of his people and his Queen, to die in the middle of a carnage that would spark terror in the eyes of many great men- to search with his eyes the last of those impish grins and hear, as a peaceful veil closing upon his tired eyelids, that soft and something playful 'Goodnight, Arthur.' before the end.
He would have none of that.
He would be alone and deserted- and perhaps not so, perhaps his knights would survive the carnage and find him but-
-But there would be no Merlin to bid him any last goodbyes. There would be none of his reassuring presence around Arthur's dimming eyes (because wherever Merlin was things were right.) The faint scent of apples and worn books, that scent that had accompanied Arthur through gory battlefields and light-hearted days for more than a decade would not be there to grace the very air and make him forget, if just for one moment, that so many lives were lost.
Because Merlin had always meant safety and his eyes were always a shining light upon Arthur's darkest nights. Because one smile- be it idiotic or wise- could bring peace upon his soul. And now- now he needed Merlin like never before.
But no matter how much he wished for it, no matter how much his heart screamed and begged for it not to be true, his trusted friend had stayed behind.
As a prayer that he had been reciting on his heart, after his knights had gone back and he was alone upon the field, he searched with his eyes the newborn stars and massaged his brow with his right hand.
'I might never see you again, Merlin.'
The starts twinkled, as if they'd cry if they could.
Asking wouldn't bring Merlin back.
'Merlin please-'
But he kept asking anyway.
'I don't want to die on my own.'
Dammit, why am I writing this stuff?
(1) Quote from 4x01.
Tomorrow guys, tomorrow...