Flashfic: Lightness and Ardour and Heat (Merlin/Arthur, wing!verse AU)
Summary: In the words of the divine David, He maketh His angels spirits, and His ministers a flame of fire: and He has described their lightness and the ardour, and heat, and keenness and sharpness with which they hunger for God and serve Him. -- John of Damascus (AN: Same universe as Sublimity and By Means of Fire. For mossylawn. And honestly? This is all her fault.)
Lightness and Ardour and Heat
Cars pass. Headlights paint rolls of light across the ceiling. There are two beds covered with scratchy motel quilts. Merlin presses him up against the inside of the door.
His eyes flash gold and all the locks click shut, runes and seals seared into the wood. Merlin's hands fist in his shirt with a white-knuckle grip like he's terrified to let go. He never pulls away from Arthur's mouth, light brief kisses that blur into one long impossible kiss.
Slowly Merlin drops to his knees, staring up. His hands press flat against Arthur's body, near his hips, his belt. And it's too much, the look on Merlin's face, terror and love and a vast awful devotion.
Arthur closes his eyes and sees the faint fading image of huge wings unfurled across the corners of the world.
Lightness and Ardour and Heat
Cars pass. Headlights paint rolls of light across the ceiling. There are two beds covered with scratchy motel quilts. Merlin presses him up against the inside of the door.
His eyes flash gold and all the locks click shut, runes and seals seared into the wood. Merlin's hands fist in his shirt with a white-knuckle grip like he's terrified to let go. He never pulls away from Arthur's mouth, light brief kisses that blur into one long impossible kiss.
Slowly Merlin drops to his knees, staring up. His hands press flat against Arthur's body, near his hips, his belt. And it's too much, the look on Merlin's face, terror and love and a vast awful devotion.
Arthur closes his eyes and sees the faint fading image of huge wings unfurled across the corners of the world.