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In other news, I spent an hour responding to emails etc this morning, then I spent a few hours in the kitchen making lasagna, and now I'm going to see
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In his eyes she was the beauty and he, the beholder couldn't help but be enchanted. He watched and touched her every morning before going to work, and every evening when he got home. She just stood there in perfect silence and let him.
He never wanted anyone else: the statue of perfection.
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He stepped away from it, thinking that perhaps distance would bring clarity.
“Merlin,” he called sweetly, “what the hell is this?”
Distracted, Merlin replied, “Hm?”
Arthur jabbed towards the canvas.
“This!”
Merlin looked up.
“Oh, that. Well, what do you think it is? How does it make you feel?”
“Damn it. Don’t give me that shit. I hate it when you do that. Just tell me what it is.”
A slow smile grew on Merlin’s face. “That’s my old mixing palette.”
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