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In the Dark - part 3

Author: archaeologist_d
Title: In the Dark part 3
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin’s third non-date with film guy.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 800
Camelot_drabble Prompt: 405 "I've forgotten what it's like to feel young.".
Author's Notes: When I started, I didn’t expect it to be a longer story. I guess it is now.
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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The theatre was pretty full. Merlin got a seat near the back just in case film guy showed up. He might want to talk, but disturbing others during a film was somewhat of a no-no in his book.

Of course, he didn’t know what film guy looked like and there were several men in the audience, some blonde, although most looked like they were with someone. One particular couple, a dark-haired woman who was absolutely stunning and a blonde guy next to her who was wet dream material, was sitting in the last row. They didn’t look like they were having much fun with her scowling down at her phone, and the guy looking like he didn’t want to be there.

But it didn’t matter. Film guy hadn’t shown up, and with a heavy heart, Merlin settled into watching the movie.
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“I've forgotten what it's like to feel young," said Emma’s father, up on that huge screen, as Emma patted his hand.

Merlin nearly jumped when the film guy whispered in his ear, “He was never young.”

Emma’s dad was certainly paranoid about everything. Merlin whispered back, “And Emma’s spoiled because of him. She doesn’t even realize it. Look how she treated Fanny, like her feelings didn’t matter.”

Film guy must have had feelings because his voice turned vicious. “Fanny should have told Emma to fuck off, politely of course, in a Jane Austenly kind of way.”

Merlin grinned, then shoved his bucket of popcorn behind him so film guy could have a bite. As the blonde hand with the fancy ring took some, Merlin said, “Can you imagine the cat fight? Bonnets askew, calling each other politely pointed names as they curtsied to each other.”

Film guy snorted, then said, “Parasols at 20 paces. Someone should make that movie.”

Merlin giggled a little, a manly giggle, of course. “I’d pay good money to see it. In the end, Knightley would go off with that Miranda Hart character, Miss Bates, Fanny would marry the farmer after all, and Emma would be teaching etiquette in some posh school in the wilds of Yorkshire.”

“I think you’ve mixed up Emma with Jane Eyre,” film guy said.

“Don’t even get me started on Eyre. At least Austin’s books ended happily.” Merlin said. Although Jane Eyre ended in marriage so there was that.

“Heathcliff…. Heathcliff….” film guy moaned.

“You arse. That’s Withering Heights.” Merlin laughed. “Speaking of which, Rise of Skywalker is playing next week.”

There was a hmmm behind Merlin, then film guy said, “My kind of film, magic and sword fights and spaceships. What’s not to like?”

Merlin was ecstatic. It was his kind of film, too. “I’ll be here Sunday. Maybe we could talk Star Wars after?”

There was a long pause, then film guy said, “I can’t. I’m… I’ve a meeting I can’t miss. But I can sneak out long enough for the movie. I wish I could.”

Merlin got the message. Talking about film in the dark was fine, meeting up after was not. Film guy must have seen Merlin somewhere before and decided that he wasn’t the one. Not that he blamed film guy. After all, Merlin was no Adam Driver or even Daniel Craig, more like the ugly sidekick that everyone forgets as soon as the credits started rolling.

But he couldn’t keep the disappointment out of his voice. “Sure, no problem. I’ll be here anyway. I want to find out how it all ends. If it’s Reylo or not.”

“Oh my god, you’re one of those. As if Rey would look twice at a father-stabbing murderer.” Film guy sounded horrified.

Merlin snickered. He could see it going any number of ways, but it was fun to push film guy’s buttons. “Or maybe Ben will be redeemed, and they’ll ride off into the sunsets together. On a Bantha, with the Ewoks singing.”

“Noooo, not Ewoks.” But film guy was snickering, too.  “Listen, I have to go. Can’t even wait for all the credits this time. But I’ll see you next week?”

“Sure, it’s a date.”

But Merlin wasn’t sure film guy had heard him. He could feel the breeze as film guy got up and moved away, just as the music began to swell, marriage vows were exchanged, and the the credits began to scroll.

As Merlin turned around, that gorgeous dark-haired woman was arguing with her date, and she kept looking Merlin’s way and pointing. Her date wasn’t having any of it, keeping his back to Merlin, then stalking away as she continued to argue with him.

He had no idea what was going on. Merlin thought maybe they didn’t like the film or else it was a date gone wrong.  It wasn’t his concern, anyway.

Film guy was gone, and Merlin was alone.

Again.
Tags: *c:archaeologist_d, c:arthur, c:merlin, p:arthur/merlin, pt 405:i've forgotten what it's like, rating:g, type:drabble
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