Title: Pendragon at Sea, part 8
Characters: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Reunions are sweet, but not parting at all is sweeter.
Word Count: 285
Prompt: 372, July Bingo, sunset stroll
Author's notes: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
“English waters are so much colder.” Merlin sat on the beach and looked out over the waves.
Arthur laughed as he played with a twig that may have been part of a piece of firewood. “We’re a hell of a lot further north than Hawaii, Merlin.”
Merlin grinned at him, not bothering to hide his only slightly pointed teeth. It was fascinating how he changed when he took on his human form. It was just fascinating in general that merpeople even had a human form. ‘How else do you think we avoid capture? It’s much easier to say we’re victims of a shipwreck than it is to try to explain a tail away if someone sees us.’
“So, when do you have to go back?” Arthur dreaded the answer, so he carefully kept his gaze focused on the twig in his hands. The last few weeks had been amazing, once he’d gotten over the shock that Merlin had managed to find him. Had even wanted to find him.
Merlin shrugged. “I have to be in the water at least once a month, or I get stuck like this. I told you that already.”
“I meant, for good.”
Merlin was silent for a minute. “Do you want me to leave?”
Arthur looked up and into Merlin’s blue eyes. “No. No, I don’t.”
“Then I won't.” He stood up and reached for Arthur’s hand. “Come on, show me more of your world, human.”
Arthur took his hand and let himself be pulled up. He smiled as he let Merlin lead him down the beach toward Arthur’s car, the sunset casting odd colors on their skin. “Oh, just you wait, fishboy. We’re going to have so much fun.”