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Title: The Tangled Web
Artist: ko_no_yo
Pairings/characters: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary: Arts for paperlegends story by hms_seth
Artist's notes: I could complain about how I could have done ten times better but I won't. As a first big bang, I didn't really choose the easiest time for myself to participate. I am so glad I did it though, this is exciting stuff! I learned the usefulness of GoogleDocs and how to use LJ so not all's for naught. I think we spent more time discussing the Avengers and Supernatural than Merlin but what can you do. Looking forward to participating again next time. And to my next entry, of course. Gotta keep a consistent color theme this time...
Story link: Here
Disclaimer: All this stuff belongs to the BBC and I only took it to play.
It became a game of cat and mouse after that, with Merlin backing away and evading every attack, holding the basket close while the stranger continued moving forward, taking a swing wherever he could.
And surprisingly enough, Merlin found himself somewhat amused by it all-he was far too used to people treating him like the prince he was, and there was no real danger here; it was a nice change of pace from his everyday life.
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Their antics had attracted quite a crowd by now, and just because his adversary didn’t realise he was the prince didn’t mean he was going to stay anonymous for much longer.
“Oh fine,” Merlin snapped half-heartedly, and that was how they ended up sleeping back-to-back (Arthur had tried to wrap his arms around him, but Merlin had firmly argued against that-he most definitely would not be able to handle being in Arthur’s arms).
Merlin had a hard time falling asleep that night, feeling Arthur’s back against his the entire time.
And to Merlin’s surprise, Arthur looked upon it with a sense of wonder on his face, rather than fear or hatred, and after a few moments Merlin felt the orb fade away, and darkness fell upon the room once more, but Merlin could now feel Arthur’s gaze upon him, strong and intense.
Arthur found himself overcome with dread as he ran over to Merlin without thinking, trying not to panic. His fear was quelled slightly as he realised that Merlin’s chest was still rising and falling-not dead, then, but it was obvious that Merlin was still injured quite badly, and Arthur choked back a sob.
Never before in his life had he felt so useless as he did at that moment; even when he had been a simple peasant with no sort of authority, it hadn’t been as horrible as it was now, sitting next to Merlin and unable to do anything.
He fell to his knees by his friend’s side, pulling Merlin into his arms as he stared at Nimueh, still surrounded by fire. But even as Arthur watched, the flames slowly started to recede.
