Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin (one-sided)
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: It has been on Merlin’s mind for a while now.
Word Count: 303
Prompt: #83: Commitment.
Author's Notes: Set during the Disir.
It has been on Merlin’s mind for a while now. He knows what the Great Dragon would choose. He knows what Gaius would choose. He knows what the rest of Camelot would choose. And—and he knows what he would choose. He knows it in an absent way, in a way he knows that the sun will rise in the morning, and that the sky is blue and that he will love Arthur until his last breath (and even after that if it were possible) . He knows that.
But there’s a difference between knowing and realizing; and realization hits when the nature is breathing around them: vibrant in a way most things aren't but all Merlin can see is the blue depth of those uncertain eyes—as vibrant (or perhaps even more so) as the nature around them—asking for his assistance. And in that instance, Merlin realizes. Realization is sudden and shocking and at the same time as delicate and quiet as it could be. Merlin knows he wouldn't have chosen anything else. When he has to choose between magic and Arthur, the answer would always be Arthur (his King, his love, his everything).
He’s always been committed to magic: to bringing back the Old Religion and letting it flourish the world as it once did. But somewhere along the way, his commitment has shifted slightly to make place for his love and loyalty toward Arthur.
And in that instant, with the water streaming just a few ways from them and insects chirping in the distance, Merlin leans forward and says the words that betray his commitment. His voice doesn't waver, it doesn't shake as he thought it would; it’s as firm as ever. Because he knows—he has realized—that the choice between magic and Arthur isn't a choice at all.