Title: Tempus fugit
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Arthur remembers his first loves.
Word Count: 732
Prompt: #240: Cinema
Author's Notes: I feel like I'm always late posting :/
He's a ghost amid the dust and silence of the old building. Echoes of days gone by follow Arthur with each step he takes, his fingers trace the walls as his memory fills the gaps, compares what he sees with what he remembers. His feet lead him up the stairs and he imagines behind him the screen becomes alive, its glow guiding his way. People hushing him appear from thin air, urging him to sit down already. His childish giddiness and excitement carrying him faster, taking two steps at a time and a bag of sweets hidden on the inside of his coat.
Some of his happiest memories are in this place. Hidden in every corner of what used to be Avalon Cinema.
He looks down over the balcony counting the seats quickly giving up. He can't believe the emptiness. Once he and hundreds of people shared a moment together, watching a new story come alive before their eyes. It's sad to think things don't last forever. Arthur goes for the last row sitting down right in the middle. His favorite seat. Since the first time he visited the cinema it became his spot, his favorite place to dream and get lost in the magic of film.
Because it was magic, there's no other way to describe it.
He wishes it would've lasted longer.
His love for cinema started here. In a small cinema back in Camelot. It shaped him into the man he is today. He never fails to mention Gaius the knowledge he passed onto him, the evenings he spent talking about cinematography, soundtracks, actors and actresses. He always humored Arthur. Every one wants to know where he found the inspiration to create his own stories and become a screenwriter. Gaius name always comes to mind.His passion was born out of curiosity and was kindled by knowledge.
What he never mentions is that Merlin was part of his journey. Their world revolved around motion pictures and each other. They spent many nights up until sunrise ticking off another film from their to watch list. Falling in love not only with films, but with each other. There's no need for a reporter to know about him. He wants to keep Merlin all to himself.
He can't forget about Merlin mouthing the words of their favorite film. Their laughter and the way Merlin could be moved to tears. Their first kiss and the others that followed, their hands clasped together.
"Hey, I heard you were hiding."
Arthur startles out of his reverie. Merlin is right there. In the flesh. Smiling at him like this is just another Sunday and they're about to enjoy the darkness of the matinee.
He nods too much, his leg bouncing up and down. "So I am. How did you know I was here?"
"Like you could hide from me. We've always run here when things get rough," Merlin says, sits down next to him. His hand lands on top of Arthur's knee stilling him.
"You find me every time," he says, their surroundings are so different, dark and abandoned, but Merlin "What are they doing with the building?"
Merlin sighs. His hand has found Arthur's fingertips tracing the veins on the back. "They sold it already. They're it tearing down in about a month. I think it'll be part of a new shopping center."
"They're probably putting a new Starbucks instead," Arthur grumbles. He steals a glance at Merlin wants to ask Merlin if he remembers, if he's thinking the same. Wants to know if he'll also be unhappy seeing their place gone. His smile is all the answer Arthur needs.
"We should leave before your fans find you hiding here. I bet they're not ready for the forlorn Arthur."
"I don't have fans."
"Yes you do. Remember all the people we grew up with," Merlin reminds him. Arthur is sure Merlin is making fun of him.
Arthur scoffs. "Gwaine only wants me to take him to the exclusive parties."
"Come on, mum wants to ask you if it's true you've met Dame Judi Dench." Merlin gets up pulling Arthur up with him, his hand warm and his lips so close Arthur can only kiss him. He doesn't hurry, licks the roof of Merlin's mouth, feels him become plaint under his hands. The redness of Merlin's mouth distracts him. The cinema lives for one more day.