Title: Sitting in the dark
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin’s a fan of movies but sappy ones just make him cry.
Word Count: 415
Camelot_drabble Prompt: 403: "I miss moments like this more than anything."
Author's Notes: none
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Merlin knows he shouldn’t have done it. In a theatre, watching a sappy movie, one where the couple walks off into the sunset, hand in hand, just makes him feel terrible. Reminding him of what he’d lost, of Will turning away from him, his kisses turning into disgust.
Wiping tears as the music swells into a final crescendo, behind him he hears, “I miss moments like this more than anything. Not realistic, though.”
“Yeah, they’d probably trip, fall off the cliff, and boom, the end.” Saying it somehow makes him feel better.
There’s a snort and a cough near his left ear. “Violins wailing away as the credits scroll past.”
Merlin doesn’t turn around. Somehow anonymity, talking in the dark with a stranger, soothes him. “The credits last longer than the movie these days. And what’s a best boy anyway?”
“Better than a better boy?” There’s a smile in his voice, whoever it is.
“And oops, here comes the names of a thousand digital artists.” Not that Merlin doesn’t understand why, but the names are scrolling past so fast, no one could read them.
“At ludicrous speed.” Ah, the man is a fan of Mel Brooks’s Spaceballs. At least he has good taste.
“Fond of comedy, then?” Merlin asks. He doesn’t turn around. Too afraid of breaking whatever spell this is.
Merlin can feel the warmth of the man’s breath on his neck, and the sadness as the other guy says, “Fond of good film. Not sure this one was, but I needed it.”
“It made me feel worse. I think I’ll go for comedy next time, the stupider, the better.” It hurts to just stare ahead, to not turn around and see whoever it is behind him. But the final credits are scrolling past and the last of the music, sweet and low.
“Next week, there’s Dumb and Dumber 12, the Hunt For Stupidity.” There’s a little laugh, then the mystery man says, “I’ll be here.”
Smiling, Merlin says, “I will be, too.” A moment later, he gathers his courage and turns.
There is no one there. He’s alone. Only a door swinging shut as the lights come on.
Merlin is disappointed, but he understands why film guy might want to remain anonymous. Merlin finds that he likes it, too, likes that there are no expectations, no push to perform to someone else’s exacting standards.
Besides, Merlin would be back next week.
The siren call of Dumb and Dumber 12 could not be denied.