Character/s: Merlin, Arthur.
Summary: Merlin met Arthur in spring.
Warnings: Slight angst (but with a happy ending).
Word Count: 400
Prompt: #86: Autumn
Author's Notes: Re-incarnation? Just something I’ve been meaning to write for a while. Merlin looks back upon his years as he waits for Arthur.
Merlin met Arthur in spring. He met Arthur when the snow had just melted, giving way for new flowers and plants to sprout. Arthur was golden and beautiful and Merlin hated him. He absolutely hated him because—just because you’re a Prince, that doesn’t give you the right to be a prat! Merlin was almost successful in defeating him (humiliating him for being such a prat), but he ended up saving Arthur’s life. Arthur had been so young then, and Merlin too. They were all so young back then, when they were unaware of their destinies—when they thought their futures were just as bright (or perhaps even brighter) than their present.
Merlin fell in love in summer. Or—rather—he realized that he’d fallen in love in summer. He doesn’t know when he fell in love. He fell in love when the day was bright and hot, and the night was cool and refreshing. He fell in love in the short moments they shared, when Arthur was looking over papers late at night, candles burning, or when he blinked drowsily and looked up at Merlin right before he threw a pillow at Merlin’s face, or when Merlin was sprawled on the blissfully cool stone floor of Arthur’s chambers and Arthur asked Merlin to get up three times before giving up and sitting next to him. They had talked about things he can’t remember now—random things, things that didn’t matter a day after they were spoken, because it wasn’t the words that mattered to them.
Merlin lost Arthur in autumn. Thank you, he’d said. And Merlin had wondered how he thought that was ever going to be enough. Arthur had fallen with the leaves of autumn, just another leaf in a sea of leaves. There were so many lives lost in that horrible battle. Arthur was one of them. But he’d been special. Arthur had always been special.
Merlin had never really liked winter. The air was too cold, there was too much snow. There was no life in nature, everything sleeping under the thick blanket of snow. Winter was his least favorite season of the year. But when one day he gets a glimpse of sun-kissed hair and blue, blue eyes and a smile that could light up his entire world in the matter of a second, he thinks that winter might not be so bad after all.