Art for 'As Summer Comes; As Summer Goes' by beccadearie
Title: 'As Summer Comes; As Summer Goes'
Author: beccadearie (Story Masterpost here or read on AO3)
Artist: nane0
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: PG for Art
Created for paperlegends.
Artist's Notes: Thanks to beethemonster for cheerleading and Ti for being an awesome friend - and, of course, beccadearie for writing an amazing story to draw art for!
If you want to read teasers of the story, you can click on the spoiler tags below.
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Scowling, [Merlin] wandered over to the dirty window, resting a knee on the windowseat to rub a clean patch through the grit that came from several skipped months of cleaning.
At least the view that greeted him through the window wasn't that horrible. Steel grey waves crashed along the white sand beach, everything tinged with the doom and gloom of an afternoon shower. He swore again.
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But even with an afternoon full of bodysurfing, pretending to bury Merlin in the sand, and attempting the tallest sand castle in the world, Arthur still could not shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach when he thought of the cave.
As he said goodbye to the Emryses, an image presented itself unbidden on the back of his eyelids:
Merlin standing over the altar, with hands raised as if in offering, leaves swirling around him, the irises of his eyes a shockingly bright gold.
The image stayed with him as he brushed his teeth that night, climbed into bed, and pulled the covers over his head.
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The rock underneath their feet was smooth, looking almost exactly like the stone that they’d had wandered over the day before.
“This must have been a smuggler’s escape or something,” Arthur announced, setting down the torches before tugging off his shoes to join Merlin on the ledge. “This is where they met ships to sneak away their stolen goods and stuff.”
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A week later they were leaning against the railing of the mainland ferry, sharing a packet of chips, bags packed and stored below.
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Framing Arthur's face with his palms, Merlin leaned in to rest their foreheads together. "Goddamn you Arthur, how could I ever forget?"
Author: beccadearie (Story Masterpost here or read on AO3)
Artist: nane0
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: PG for Art
Created for paperlegends.
Artist's Notes: Thanks to beethemonster for cheerleading and Ti for being an awesome friend - and, of course, beccadearie for writing an amazing story to draw art for!
If you want to read teasers of the story, you can click on the spoiler tags below.
1
[▶]
i
Scowling, [Merlin] wandered over to the dirty window, resting a knee on the windowseat to rub a clean patch through the grit that came from several skipped months of cleaning.
At least the view that greeted him through the window wasn't that horrible. Steel grey waves crashed along the white sand beach, everything tinged with the doom and gloom of an afternoon shower. He swore again.
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[▶]
ii
But even with an afternoon full of bodysurfing, pretending to bury Merlin in the sand, and attempting the tallest sand castle in the world, Arthur still could not shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach when he thought of the cave.
As he said goodbye to the Emryses, an image presented itself unbidden on the back of his eyelids:
Merlin standing over the altar, with hands raised as if in offering, leaves swirling around him, the irises of his eyes a shockingly bright gold.
The image stayed with him as he brushed his teeth that night, climbed into bed, and pulled the covers over his head.
3
[▶]
iii
The rock underneath their feet was smooth, looking almost exactly like the stone that they’d had wandered over the day before.
“This must have been a smuggler’s escape or something,” Arthur announced, setting down the torches before tugging off his shoes to join Merlin on the ledge. “This is where they met ships to sneak away their stolen goods and stuff.”
4
[▶]
iv
A week later they were leaning against the railing of the mainland ferry, sharing a packet of chips, bags packed and stored below.
5
[▶]
v
Framing Arthur's face with his palms, Merlin leaned in to rest their foreheads together. "Goddamn you Arthur, how could I ever forget?"