Author: 
jelazakazone
Title: Amnesia
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Arthur can’t remember.
Word Count: 150
Prompt: #47:memories
Author's Notes: This is a continuation of Waiting to Exhale, now from Arthur’s pov. Unbetad.
Arthur shivered, his wet clothing hanging uncomfortably.
“You called me, Arthur,” he said uncertainly to the man who’d just pulled him from the water. “Do I know you?”
“Er, I’m Merlin.” Choking back a sob, he said, “Do you not remember?”
Arthur slowly shook his head. He couldn’t remember anything. He wasn’t even sure his name was Arthur. He wrapped his arms around his sides, trying to reduce his shivering, trying to hold himself together, as though he would fall apart otherwise.
Merlin reached out as though to put his hand on Arthur’s shoulder and then let his arm drop. “We’ve got to get you into some dry clothes and warmed up. I’ll take you to my place.”
Merlin paddled them to the shore, dragging his little canoe onto shore. Arthur followed him, curious. There was something about him, something he couldn’t put his finger on, but he trusted Merlin.
jelazakazoneTitle: Amnesia
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Arthur can’t remember.
Word Count: 150
Prompt: #47:memories
Author's Notes: This is a continuation of Waiting to Exhale, now from Arthur’s pov. Unbetad.
Arthur shivered, his wet clothing hanging uncomfortably.
“You called me, Arthur,” he said uncertainly to the man who’d just pulled him from the water. “Do I know you?”
“Er, I’m Merlin.” Choking back a sob, he said, “Do you not remember?”
Arthur slowly shook his head. He couldn’t remember anything. He wasn’t even sure his name was Arthur. He wrapped his arms around his sides, trying to reduce his shivering, trying to hold himself together, as though he would fall apart otherwise.
Merlin reached out as though to put his hand on Arthur’s shoulder and then let his arm drop. “We’ve got to get you into some dry clothes and warmed up. I’ll take you to my place.”
Merlin paddled them to the shore, dragging his little canoe onto shore. Arthur followed him, curious. There was something about him, something he couldn’t put his finger on, but he trusted Merlin.
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