Title: What happened after
Rating: G
Pairing: None really, but I guess Merlin/Arthur
Word count: 395
Summary: After Arthur finds out about his magic, Merlin waits...
A/N: Weirdly written whilst listening to Thomas Newman’s ‘Nemo Egg’ (from Finding Nemo), which for some reason inspired this. Really, do not ask me why.
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What happened after
Merlin continued to sit and stare at the wall. Waiting for the inevitable, and both wishing it would hurry up and yet linger longer.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Merlin frowned and stared at the wall. He had been sitting on the floor, knees pulled to his chest for nearly an hour now. He wondered what was taking Arthur so long, whether he wanted to sharpen his sword before he ran Merlin through with it.
After what seemed an age, the door opened. Soft footsteps across the floor and out the corner of his eye, Merlin saw Arthur sit down on the bed; thoroughly lacking a sword, but he held something small in his hand.
Arthur toyed with it a few moments longer, and after the silence had become heavier than either could stand, he placed something on the bedside table next to Merlin.
A small carved dragon statuette.
Tears rushed to Merlin’s eyes before he could counter it, and he turned his head away angrily.
So, not only was Arthur going to have his head, he would go through his personal belongings and pick up on the thing most precious to him.
Merlin could feel his heartbeat, beat-beat-beat-ing a loud angry thrum within his chest; or maybe it was his magic, fighting to break free and protect him?
More silence.
Merlin frowned. What was Arthur waiting for?
Eventually Arthur sighed, and against his will Merlin turned to look at him.
“Well. Go on then”.
Merlin frowned. What was he on about?
Arthur sighed again, and tilted his head towards the small, wooden dragon.
“Go on then”. His voice was soft; uncertain and yet encouraging. Not particularly murderous.
Merlin’s eyes widened as he took in the unspoken acceptance.
Golden eyes flashed, and the dragon sleepily opened its eyes before shaking out its wings and strutting around on the table; roaring its dragon roar (which, considering its size was not as frightening as a real dragon roar).
Arthur took in a sharp breath, and leaned back; but still watched the small dragon.
But then, a small smile made its way to his face, and he looked at Merlin.
“Well, if you can do that without even saying anything, then I assume that you can do…” he trailed off and looked uncertain for a moment, before his expression cleared. “Well Merlin, you may not be completely useless after all”.
END.