Fic: I shut my eyes in order to see - Joint 3rd place winner in Ag_fics D1
Title: I shut my eyes in order to see
Author: mustbethursday3
Words: 766
Prompt/s: Written for ag_fics - Drabble Challenge 1 - G1 - Third Kiss
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere
Spoilers: 1.13 . . . and if you haven't seen it by now, really you deserved to be spoiled.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. If I did there wouldn't be so much lying and WAY more OT4ness would have happened.
Summary: Arthur's reflecting on what almost dying in 1.13 earned him.
Author's notes: Title is a Paul Gauguin quote. And yes, I understand what 'third' means. The problem is my mind immediately went ' Well, actually, they're already up to three kisses' so then I had to fic that first one. My muse made me. Throw your blame in that direction, please.
I may have added/changed some of it since i submitted it. Hopefully, it's better XD
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Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage -- Lao Tzu
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That day he had almost died . . . it hadn’t been for nothing.
He’d lain there, the world dissolving around him, setting him adrift as the numb ache claimed his body, spreading deeper into each limb, each finger and toe, into his very soul.
Until he was nothing. He felt nothing.
It had been over, he'd known it, no longer fighting, just suspended in time, as he felt the last of his strength drain away. Leaving him just floating on the edge, his senses fading in and out, a foreboding sign that he was already crossing from this world.
When he’d felt something.
A fingertip trailing over the hot skin of his brow, and then at the curve of his cheek the tender brush of a thumb, before a soft weight had fluttered onto his chest, over his heart, and he’d become aware of the solid warmth and comfort of a palm soaking into him.
He’d felt her.
Known her. Immediately, instinctively, his mind filling with broken moments; of running and chasing, of grins and fights. The first time her brown eyes had peered at him intently from behind Morgana.
The slight, shy girl with the infectious grin - who had managed to make even the sullen Ward even-tempered - had grown - he couldn’t deny noticing - and gradually he had begun to see the woman emerge from the girl.
Seen the developing good-natured grace in her movements, the laughter in her eyes, as it touched everything.
And at that moment, at his side, she’d been more real then any of the memories that had been teasing at the edges of his mind, whispering to him. More real than the darkness tugging at him, drowning him.
She was more real than all of it.
The tantalizing hint of wildflowers and sunshine, the brush of her sleeves as she moved things around him, the warmth of her body so close to his cooling one, the words running from her lips, unhurried, certain, as she gave him an order.
To live.
To fight.
She wasn’t promising, and she wasn’t asking.
He had felt her raise his hand from the blankets, her fingers firm and gentle around his arm, then momentarily - and undoubtedly accidentally - their wrists had met, her heartbeat steady and calming. Her warm skin, soft, grounding him to the here and now.
It had started pulling him back.
Sparking the fight back into him. And he’d realized, a little longer, he could wait just a little longer.
And all the while, all of it, every sense he had, had been telling him that she was there, that he wasn’t alone.
Her mouth, her lips, had pressed delicately to his hand and he’d wanted so badly to see it, to have the strength to open his eyes and look upon her. It had been a long moment, frustrating and incredible, as her mouth stayed there, hands cradling his, and he’d pictured her closing her eyes.
Then, as time went on, after she had soothingly settled his hand back and begun quietly dabbing at his brow, he'd realized that he hadn't ever been alone.
He now knew it would always be like that, her light - her words, touches, smiles - somehow finding a way to shine through the shadows around him, guiding and protecting.
And he knows that there has never been anyone quite like her. And there could never be anyone who comes even close.
Which is what he tells her, bent around her in their bed, his fingers lazily running through her curls, as her eyes spark and her mouth curves, while she ardently denies that it was their first kiss.
Assuring him that he's being daft, again and he calls her forgetful. His fingertip sliding down behind her ear.
Their argument coming in soft and familiar tones, her fingers running little circles on his chest in an effort to confuse him, for she knows him well, now.
Much better then he knows himself.
And then, just as he is about to give up, surrender, as usual, she surprises him and relents.
Plucking his hand from her hair in one liquid reach. To kiss; his wrist, his palm, his fingers, adoringly full lips brushing over his skin as she murmurs that as long as he never goes anywhere without her he can believe as he likes.
He grins winningly at her and she laughs, letting him roll them over as he leans in to taste the sound.
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I have never not posted a finished fic and I can tell you it drove me a little crazy XD . . . uh CRAZIER? to have this done, sent and have NOBODY read it for ages . . . and THEN have no comments - so I had no idea how good/bad it was, nothing to show for my work . . . BUT NOW I have THIS (look below) and isn't it SHINEY?
HEE HEE. Recognition, makes it worth it, I guess. But I was seriously slipping there for a few days and ended up showing it to MDT to keep my sanity intact (what's left of it) and resist a few more weeks until I could POST it.
So, huzzah \o/ *Dances like its 1999* (can't party by myself XD)
Author: mustbethursday3
Words: 766
Prompt/s: Written for ag_fics - Drabble Challenge 1 - G1 - Third Kiss
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere
Spoilers: 1.13 . . . and if you haven't seen it by now, really you deserved to be spoiled.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. If I did there wouldn't be so much lying and WAY more OT4ness would have happened.
Summary: Arthur's reflecting on what almost dying in 1.13 earned him.
Author's notes: Title is a Paul Gauguin quote. And yes, I understand what 'third' means. The problem is my mind immediately went ' Well, actually, they're already up to three kisses' so then I had to fic that first one. My muse made me. Throw your blame in that direction, please.
I may have added/changed some of it since i submitted it. Hopefully, it's better XD
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Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage -- Lao Tzu
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
That day he had almost died . . . it hadn’t been for nothing.
He’d lain there, the world dissolving around him, setting him adrift as the numb ache claimed his body, spreading deeper into each limb, each finger and toe, into his very soul.
Until he was nothing. He felt nothing.
It had been over, he'd known it, no longer fighting, just suspended in time, as he felt the last of his strength drain away. Leaving him just floating on the edge, his senses fading in and out, a foreboding sign that he was already crossing from this world.
When he’d felt something.
A fingertip trailing over the hot skin of his brow, and then at the curve of his cheek the tender brush of a thumb, before a soft weight had fluttered onto his chest, over his heart, and he’d become aware of the solid warmth and comfort of a palm soaking into him.
He’d felt her.
Known her. Immediately, instinctively, his mind filling with broken moments; of running and chasing, of grins and fights. The first time her brown eyes had peered at him intently from behind Morgana.
The slight, shy girl with the infectious grin - who had managed to make even the sullen Ward even-tempered - had grown - he couldn’t deny noticing - and gradually he had begun to see the woman emerge from the girl.
Seen the developing good-natured grace in her movements, the laughter in her eyes, as it touched everything.
And at that moment, at his side, she’d been more real then any of the memories that had been teasing at the edges of his mind, whispering to him. More real than the darkness tugging at him, drowning him.
She was more real than all of it.
The tantalizing hint of wildflowers and sunshine, the brush of her sleeves as she moved things around him, the warmth of her body so close to his cooling one, the words running from her lips, unhurried, certain, as she gave him an order.
To live.
To fight.
She wasn’t promising, and she wasn’t asking.
He had felt her raise his hand from the blankets, her fingers firm and gentle around his arm, then momentarily - and undoubtedly accidentally - their wrists had met, her heartbeat steady and calming. Her warm skin, soft, grounding him to the here and now.
It had started pulling him back.
Sparking the fight back into him. And he’d realized, a little longer, he could wait just a little longer.
And all the while, all of it, every sense he had, had been telling him that she was there, that he wasn’t alone.
Her mouth, her lips, had pressed delicately to his hand and he’d wanted so badly to see it, to have the strength to open his eyes and look upon her. It had been a long moment, frustrating and incredible, as her mouth stayed there, hands cradling his, and he’d pictured her closing her eyes.
Then, as time went on, after she had soothingly settled his hand back and begun quietly dabbing at his brow, he'd realized that he hadn't ever been alone.
He now knew it would always be like that, her light - her words, touches, smiles - somehow finding a way to shine through the shadows around him, guiding and protecting.
And he knows that there has never been anyone quite like her. And there could never be anyone who comes even close.
Which is what he tells her, bent around her in their bed, his fingers lazily running through her curls, as her eyes spark and her mouth curves, while she ardently denies that it was their first kiss.
Assuring him that he's being daft, again and he calls her forgetful. His fingertip sliding down behind her ear.
Their argument coming in soft and familiar tones, her fingers running little circles on his chest in an effort to confuse him, for she knows him well, now.
Much better then he knows himself.
And then, just as he is about to give up, surrender, as usual, she surprises him and relents.
Plucking his hand from her hair in one liquid reach. To kiss; his wrist, his palm, his fingers, adoringly full lips brushing over his skin as she murmurs that as long as he never goes anywhere without her he can believe as he likes.
He grins winningly at her and she laughs, letting him roll them over as he leans in to taste the sound.
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I have never not posted a finished fic and I can tell you it drove me a little crazy XD . . . uh CRAZIER? to have this done, sent and have NOBODY read it for ages . . . and THEN have no comments - so I had no idea how good/bad it was, nothing to show for my work . . . BUT NOW I have THIS (look below) and isn't it SHINEY?
HEE HEE. Recognition, makes it worth it, I guess. But I was seriously slipping there for a few days and ended up showing it to MDT to keep my sanity intact (what's left of it) and resist a few more weeks until I could POST it.
So, huzzah \o/ *Dances like its 1999* (can't party by myself XD)