Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Feelings come out while on the run from bandits.
Word Count: 450
Prompt: #241, What are you afraid of?
Author's Notes: enjoy! :)
It was a bright and beautiful day in Camelot, but neither Arthur nor Merlin noticed. They were too busy running for their lives from bandits.
They’d been deep in the Darkling Woods hunting when Arthur tracked a stag right into the bandit camp. The stag had bounded away, leaving the two friends smiling awkwardly at the horde of unruly men. Merlin’s “Hello there” was cut off by Arthur’s elbow digging into his ribs. The Prince took over with “We’ll just be leaving now,” followed by him dragging Merlin into an about-face.
The roar of the men behind them let Arthur and Merlin know the men had recognized the Prince and were now getting to their feet. Without further ado, they took off running since their horses were too far in the opposite direction.
The chase took them over hill and dale, Arthur knowing the way. He led them toward a short drop-off they could hide underneath. He pulled a protesting Merlin over the edge. They landed safely and Arthur yanked Merlin into the small crevice at the base of the outcropping. Seconds later, the horde passed over them and ran in the same general direction they’d been going.
While they waited for the bandits to clear away, Arthur noticed something. “You’re shaking,” he said.
“Of course I’m shaking. I’ve been running from a horde of angry bandits,” Merlin replied.
“No, this feels like something else.”
“Since when do you like talking about feelings?”
Arthur was silent for a moment. “What are you afraid of?”
“What am I afraid of? You seriously want to talk about this now?”
“Well, we’ve got to wait for them to clear off, don’t we?”
Merlin sighed. “Fine. I’m afraid we’ll get caught.”
Arthur frowned. Merlin had answered too quickly. “No, really. What are you afraid of? I know it’s not the bandits.”
“You really want to know huh? All right.” He paused for a breath. “I’m afraid of losing you.”
What? “Merlin, I—”
“I don’t know what I’d do without you bossing me around every day, all right?”
“I had no idea you felt like that.”
Merlin chuckled. “Well, it’s not like you go around asking people about their feelings all the time, is it?”
“That’s true.” He squirmed. “I think we can get out of here now. Do you mind?”
“What, don’t you want to talk about your feelings?”
Merlin pushed himself out of the crevice then reached back in to help Arthur. “Thank you,” said the Prince. “Now let’s go home.”
They’d set off, walking in the direction of Camelot, when Merlin asked, “Well don’t you?”
“Don’t I what?”
“Want to talk about your feelings?”
“Shut up, Merlin.”
“Shutting up, sire.”