Oh, Beauteous Prat
Author: 
archaeologist_d
Title: Oh, Beauteous Prat
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin watches Arthur taking a bath.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 100
Camelot drabble Prompt 528: bounty
Author’s notes: bad poetry?
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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As Arthur climbed into the bath, Merlin, enraptured, gazed upon all that gilded and glorious skin, watching a warrior’s muscles dip and flex, reminding him of Greek statues and perfection. Arthur’s hair was spun gold in candlelight.
Oh, beauteous Eros, thy flesh entrances,
would that those hands held mine,
thy lips wet and willing under my eager mouth.
Merlin could have waxed lyrical for hours, written a thousand poems to the man who held his heart.
Until Arthur lobbed the soap straight at Merlin’s face and Merlin had to remind himself not to strangle the arse.
Poetry was overrated, anyway.
archaeologist_dTitle: Oh, Beauteous Prat
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Merlin watches Arthur taking a bath.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 100
Camelot drabble Prompt 528: bounty
Author’s notes: bad poetry?
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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As Arthur climbed into the bath, Merlin, enraptured, gazed upon all that gilded and glorious skin, watching a warrior’s muscles dip and flex, reminding him of Greek statues and perfection. Arthur’s hair was spun gold in candlelight.
Oh, beauteous Eros, thy flesh entrances,
would that those hands held mine,
thy lips wet and willing under my eager mouth.
Merlin could have waxed lyrical for hours, written a thousand poems to the man who held his heart.
Until Arthur lobbed the soap straight at Merlin’s face and Merlin had to remind himself not to strangle the arse.
Poetry was overrated, anyway.