Pairing/s: Gwaine/Merlin, Arthur/Gwen mentioned
Character/s: Gwaine, Merlin
Summary: It can't be one-way sort of conversation, as amazing as I am at those.
Warnings: Serious injury, but no descriptions
Word Count: ~500
Author's Notes: I think I should also warn for general incoherency... It was sort of an experiment, but I wanted to try this sort of thing and drabble seemed like a good idea! (I also apologize for being a few minutes late; lj was awful to me. That'll teach me to not leave posting to the last moment orz I hope it's okay!)
...and you know, I don't really get it because I'm not like Arthur, definitely not like Arthur, when I lose I lose, right. Sure, I won't yield just because-- damnit, you're heavy, how can you be heavy when you're so scrawny?
...or, okay, not scrawny, not really scrawny. Why was I thinking that you were scrawny? I'm sure you were when we first met, that princess of yours should give you better fitting clothes because--
Ugh, Merlin-- yes, I was. Yielding, right, giving up, there's only one time when I'd never give up just for the sake of not giving up and it's when me giving up is the point, yeah? Like with Arthur, when it's all about winning for him-- because, right, where would be fun in giving someone the satisfaction?
So I'm not like Arthur because I swear this man-- ugh, the princess has no idea what the word surrender means. But you, my friend, you take it to a whole new level. There was five of them, five -- and I know you're way more clever than even the princess gives you credit for and that you can, in fact, count.
So why the fuck--
--shit, ah, no, open, open your.
Honestly, every time I imagined something like this happening--
...you just had to get out of it on this part, huh? When you should really hear-- you'd laugh--
It was you, alright, wrapping me up. With those long fingers, heh, you still have long fingers, at least, that's good, I mean it'd be bad if I looked at you every day and didn't notice that you don't look like Merlin anymore--
I never liked you in red, that jacket Arthur gave you was fucking awful. I swear if the man wasn't drooling over Gwen I'd think he does it on purpose, to make you look worse than you could for all those that'd-- without even thinking twice, I swear that I wouldn’t think once--
Red is-- red is really not your color, I can’t--
There. That should be better. I can get back on topic of what the fuck were you thinking. Arthur’s fucking kingly influence, I swear, as if you stood a chance. And we need to talk about the trees falling randomly all around you and it can't be one-way sort of conversation, as amazing as I am at those, since I'm sure I'm going to start coming up with the weirdest ideas, what... actually wouldn't be that bad if you only could laugh at them, but you'd have to be at least, I don't know, awake to do that sort of--"
"Shit! Shit, ow, fuck, a little warning, how are-- no, don't talk, don't you dare sit--"
"Merlin, shhh. Shhh, what?"
"Don't. Don't shut up."