schweet_heartTitle: last year's language
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: It's Arthur's first Christmas speech as the King of Camelot, and Merlin is nervous. Arthur, however, isn't nervous at all.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 100 words.
Prompt: 345 First Christmas.
Author's Notes: "For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning." – T. S. Eliot. Happy New Year, everybody! <3
“Are you ready?” Merlin’s hands are at his collar, adjusting it one final time before he smoothes the non-existent wrinkles from Arthur’s jacket and steps back. “I think you’re ready. What do you think?”
“I think I look fine.” Arthur catches Merlin’s belt, reeling him in again to kiss him softly. “We look fine. Stop fussing.”
“But it’s your first Christmas speech,” Merlin protests, half-hearted. “I just want to make sure everything is—perfect.”
Arthur just smiles at him; cheeks flushed, mouth bitten red, Merlin has never looked lovelier. “Trust me,” he says, taking his husband's hand. “It will be.”