Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur (implied, because Merthur is present in nearly all my fics <3)
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur (mentioned)
Summary: Years and decades and centuries later, when Arthur had first turned into history and then into a legend he lingered still in Merlin’s heart.
Warnings: Major Character death (and reincarnation)
Word Count: 206
Prompt: #112 Sillage
Author's Notes: Late again. I've been busy with my BB which turns less and less appealing by the second. :(
There was a scent, a smell of Camelot that Merlin couldn’t handle, because it reminded him of Arthur. Arthur, who was gone, and who wasn’t coming back for a long time, and Merlin couldn’t stay. Arthur lived through the street in Camelot, through the corridors and the chambers and through the smiles and tears of people. Every time Merlin walked through the streets, Arthur was there. And it was all the more heartbreaking.
When he left, though, the scent followed: not only in Camelot, but all over Albion, and later, even beyond Albion. It wasn’t as strong, though, as it was in Camelot and he could bear it.
Later, years and decades and centuries later, when Arthur had first turned into history and then into a legend, it lingered still, in the hearts of some who didn’t know the truth, the reality, the story that no one quite got right. Arthur lingered still in Merlin’s heart.
He hadn’t thought of the name, too afraid that it would hurt still; bring more pain, when he saw blond hair and a broad frame and he knew, in his heart, because the lingering sense of longing had changed into something different, something better, something that could be healed.