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Dreams are worth fighting for. Now, are you gonna be an actor, or are you gonna be a doctor?
I had a Merlin dream last night; it was like watching an episode, only I was plotting it and rearranging scenes and thinking the whole time that I must remember everything when I wake up because it would make a fantastic fic. It probably wouldn't have, of course, and I don't recall very much of the dream after all, but I do find it a bit impertinent of my subconscious to be having a better imagination than I do. Rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb.
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Obviously, less subtle measures were called for.
When a merchant arrived one morning from faraway lands bearing trinkets and charms and miraculous potions guaranteed to ensnare the object of one's affection, Arthur's curiosity was naturally aroused, and he managed to palm a large vial of silvery stuff off the merchant just before Uther lit the pyre.
He had plans to wait till nightfall to use the thing, when he could tiptoe through Gaius's workspace, oil the hinges on Merlin's door and creep into Merlin's room to take up his favourite lurking spot in the left corner, which usually afforded him the best view of Merlin's sweet, moonlit face as he slept unawares.
As the day wore on, however, Arthur decided he wanted results as soon as possible, and smeared some of the vial's glittery contents onto his skin, lying in wait in his chambers beneath a well-placed shaft of sun for the full effect. He undid all the laces on his tunic for extra insurance.
Before long, Merlin loped in. "You called for me?"
"Merlin," Arthur shimmered, sunlight catching off his manful chest, suave.
"Er," said Merlin cautiously, and squinted. "You look different."
"Dazzling?" Arthur sparkled hopefully.
Merlin had to think on this for a moment, which didn't exactly bode well for the efficacy of Arthur's plans. His brow creased suddenly. "It's not some new form of plague, is it?" Undecided as to whether to step forward in concern or back in alarm, Merlin only wobbled in place.
"No," Arthur glinted. "It's just a new... thing I'm trying. To attract -- people of my affections."
"Or blind them," Merlin blurted.
Arthur felt his heart sink into a mire of disappointment and dashed hopes. "You still don't like me, then," he twinkled sadly, quietly.
"What? Of course I do. I liked you better the way you were before," Merlin said, and then stared at him for a bit, eyelids forced at half-mast from all the shine, and rusty cogs creaking to life in his head. "Did you -- I mean, I'm not -- Am I a person of your affections?"
Arthur shrugged, sending an avalanche of glitter to the floor. "So what if you are?" he said churlishly.
Merlin did step forward now, the corners of his mouth tilting upwards. "Then I'd say you've gone to a lot of trouble for nothing. You could've just said, Arthur."
"Well, I've been trying, you idiot," said Arthur, falling back into comfortable old habits.
"Calling people names and throwing food at them to say you like them only works when you're eight," Merlin said.
"Oh, well, what's your grand plan, then?" Arthur folded his arms in a huff, and clouds of gleaming flecks floated into the air like a tiny snowfall.
Merlin gently unknotted his arms and pressed himself forward. "This," he said, and kissed Arthur.
And though Arthur knew that the merchant's wares were never going to do exactly what it said on the tin, maybe there was a kind of magic in them after all.
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I so wanted to get in a line about Arthur having diamond dust in his lungs, but you'll get this instead:
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D'awwww, they are so adorable. And Arthur was sparkly and Merlin was so adorably clueless and I'm so happy I could burst right now, hee!! LOVE IT ♥♥
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Very sweet, very funny, just adorable =)
Glad you're writing sweeite ♥
*hugs muchly*
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And now, back to regularly scheduled fighting with my muse! :)
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