January 5th, 2013

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Fic: Waiting to Exhale

Author: jelazakazone
Title: Waiting to Exhale
Rating: PG
Character/s:Merlin, Arthur
Preview: Silver glimmered on the still water, reflecting back the cold light of the moon. Merlin dangled his hand out of the canoe, fingertips trailing in the water.
Word Count: ~345
Prompt: 39: Silver
Author's Notes: Huge thanks to planejane for being an amazing beta and combing through this fic, helping me make sense out of the garble in my head. Thanks also to rocknvaughn for a little extra polish:D.

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Author: sidhe_faerie
Title: Flash
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwen, Merlin/Morgana
Character/s: Mordred, nurse
Summary: Arthur remembers Camlann.
Warnings: Character deaths are mentioned.
Word Count: 705
Prompt: Prompt 39 Silver
Author's Notes: Modern Camelot ‘Verse
The earlier prompts for “Modern Camelot” are on AO3

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Drawble: Silver-Themed Wallpapers

Rating: G
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur, Leon/Percival
Character/s: Leon, Percival, Merlin, Arthur
Media: Digital graphic art; 1680x1050
Prompt: 39 (Silver)
Artist’s Notes: Thought I'd go with wallpapers for this week's theme as a drawble.

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Author: weepingwillow9
Title: Gifts
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur/Gwaine/Lancelot, Morgana/Elaine(OC)
Character/s: All the above, and baby!Galahad
Summary: Arthur has a Christening to find a gift for
Warnings: Menage a quatre
Word Count: 701
Prompt: Silver
Author's Notes: So this started out as me really not wanting to write about jewellery. So I wrote about Christening gifts instead, but I quite like how it turned out. I originally wanted the quote to be I would dower you with experience, without experience from Neil Gaiman's short story Locks, but it seemed too dry. Though I have no doubt that's the gift Arthur would give Galahad if he could; knowledge of how to deal with the world without the knowledge of its pain and the loss of his innocence, I chose instead another Neil Gaiman quote from Sandman.

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Splitting Hairs

Author: rocknvaughn
Title:Splitting Hairs
Rating: G
Pairing/s: None
Character/s Arthur and Merlin
Summary: A snippet of conversation from a lazy afternoon in Camelot's Golden Age.
Warnings:  None
Word Count: 350
Prompt: #39 ~ Silver
Author's Notes:   Post Magic Reveal, Canon AU. I think the Holiday Exchange fic I wrote for mushroomtale last week inspired this little ficlet. :D

[Splitting Hairs]

A warm spring day in Camelot found the High King and his Court Sorcerer out on the battlements. They stood side by side and idly watched the goings on in the market of the Lower Town. People milled about, shopped for wares, stopped to chat and otherwise made the most of the unseasonably pleasant weather.

After several minutes of fond observation of his subjects, Arthur turned to lean his hip against the stone wall and instead studied Merlin’s profile. It spoke to the men’s close connection that Arthur’s staring did not discomfort Merlin in the slightest as his sharp cerulean eyes still followed the movements below.

“Merlin?” Arthur spoke at last.

“Hmmm?” Merlin responded, his eyes still fixed on the streets beneath them, his voice sounding far away and distracted.

Arthur crossed his arms across his chest and smirked. “I thought you told me you were supposed to be immortal, Merlin.”

A crease of confusion appeared between Merlin’s eyebrows as he finally turned his head to meet Arthur’s eyes. “Yes, I did. Why?”

“Well, if you’re so immortal, what’s the meaning of this, then?” Arthur pointed his finger at the side of Merlin’s head, ran it lightly along his friend’s temple and traced the streaks of silver that blended with the ebony.

“What’s the meaning of what, Arthur?”

“You’re going grey, Merlin!” Arthur chuckled, highly amused. “Is this your attempt at finally looking distinguished?”

Merlin’s eyes twinkled and his lips twitched. “Oh, that…” he said, just a bit too innocently to be believed. He patted Arthur on the shoulder sympathetically before his own slender finger prodded at the King’s sideburns. “I just didn’t want you to feel alone in your agedness, Sire…”

By the time Arthur had processed the fact that Merlin had just made fun of his own grey hair, his Court Sorcerer had already sprinted halfway across the grassy knoll; his gleeful, teasing laughter floated back to Arthur on the light breeze.

Arthur shook his head and rolled his eyes at Merlin’s antics. “Damn cocky warlock…” he grumbled as he tried to hold back a smile…and failed miserably.