Title: Come Flooding Back
Pairing/s: None. (There will be Merlin/Arthur in the next update probably)
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur (past/dream)
Summary: Ever since he’d met the Arthur, it has been difficult for him to push back the loneliness.
Word Count: 260~
Prompt: #143 Late
Author's Notes: A Sequel to Wanderlust. The title sounds all poetic but this drabble isn't.
“Merlin!” Arthur’s voice echoed through the door of his room and Merlin jerked. He had the time to blink a few times at the ceiling before Arthur stormed into his room. His hair was sticking up at all directions to one side and flat and stuck to his head on the other, his eyes were wild and he was wearing his tunic inside out. Merlin almost giggled.
“Good morning, you prat,” Merlin snorted, and then yawned. Arthur probably expected him to scramble up and apologies half a dozen times, so his reaction to Merlin’s greeting was hilarious and scary at the same time. Merlin’s lack of reaction probably summed up to last night’s ale and sleep deprivation.
“You’re late! Do you even know who I am, Merlin? Do you know that the responsibility of this kingdom—” Merlin yawned one more time, cutting Arthur off. Arthur huffed, exasperated. Merlin just blinked at him.
“You’re fired!” Arthur growled and left.
He startles awake, the world flooding back to him in a rush of information. The room he’s in is dark. When he turns his head to look at the other side of the bed, it’s empty and cold. His heart clenches at the sight. He sits up and blinks at the silent room around him. It has been like this for as long as he remembers, but ever since he’d met the man (Arthur), it has been difficult for him to push back the loneliness and despair.
He grimaces and lies back down, closes his eyes and wishes for a dreamless sleep.