Title: Do You?
Pairing/s: Gwen/Merlin (one-sided)
Character/s: Gwen, Merlin
Summary: It has been two days since Merlin was cured of the poison and she’d kissed him. He hasn't mentioned the kiss or what he felt about it now.
Word Count: 878
Prompt: #164- Truth
Author's Notes: Not a thing! Enjoy!
Admittedly, it had been a rather rash act on her part. She’d been so relieved at his revival that all her feelings for him had rushed to the forefront of her mind. She’d just acted then apologized of all things: “Sorry, I'm just . . . I thought you were dead.”
He’d replied with, “It's fine. It's more than fine . . .” He’d sounded enthusiastic then went on to question them about what had happened. And he hasn’t said anything about it since then. Was it a mistake to reveal my feelings so soon? She just had to know, so she decided to corner him at the next available opportunity.
That opportunity arose sooner than she’d thought it would. He was headed back to the kitchen with Arthur’s dinner tray and she stepped into his path. “Oh, hi Gwen,” he said.
“She looked up into his face. He was really tall! “Merlin, do you have a few minutes? I need to talk to you.”
He looked puzzled but said, “Sure Gwen.” He pulled her into one of the servants’ passages that came off the kitchen. When he stopped, he folded his arms and asked, “What is it?”
She was now shuffling and looking down at the floor. But he reached out a hand and touched her shoulder. That made her look up and into his eyes. “Um, it’s about the other day, when . . . when I . . .”
“Gwen? Are you okay?”
“Yes. No. Maybe.” She took a deep breath. “Can I tell you something?”
“Anything. You know that.”
“Yeah. Okay. Well, um, you see, I like this guy and I have no idea if he likes me back. And I’m kind of scared to tell him how I feel and ask how he feels about me. It’s kind of scary, you know? So I’m kind of stuck in this weird sort of limbo—”
He put a hand lightly over her mouth. “Gwen. Are you trying to ask what you should do?”
At this point she was thinking he was either the most naïve or the most oblivious male she’d ever met. “Yes, Merlin.”
“Well, I think you should just tell him. And if he doesn’t return your feelings then he’s an idiot, because you’re one of the kindest, most compassionate people I know.”
“Thank you. That helps.” She paused to clear her throat. “Merlin, the truth is I’m in love with you. And I know you were surprised when I kissed you the other day—I was just so relieved that those feelings overwhelmed me. I’m not sorry. And I was just wondering ifyoufeltthesamewayforme?”
Merlin’s face was a study in shock; mouth open, eyes wide, eyebrows raised . . . oh no. He shook his head to clear it and said, “Um, you love me and what?”
“Do you feel the same for me?”
The last remaining vestiges of surprise cleared from his face. He bowed his head for a moment, thinking. This can’t be good, she thought.
When he looked up his face had gentled further. He took her hands. “Gwen. I love you as a good friend, but that’s all. I-I’m sorry.”
Her last hope died. She tried to tug her hands free so she could find a nice, empty alcove to cry in, but he didn’t release her. “Please . . .”
He let go of one hand and used his to lift her dropped chin. “Gwen, I guess that makes me an idiot. But I know that someday you’ll meet someone who will sweep you off your feet and treat you like a princess. It’s what you deserve.”
“Th-thank you Merlin. I’m sorry to bother you with this—”
“Gwen, it’s no bother. It was a very nice kiss—thank you for that. I hope we can still be friends.”
Tears were already leaking from her eyes, but she smiled through them. “Of course. We’ll always be that.”
“Good. Now come here.” He used his hold on her to bring her into a hug. “Good. And remember, I’m here for you anytime.”
“I know.” She let go of him and wiped her eyes. She took a step back and looked up at him again. “I’d better go to Morgana. She’ll want to retire soon.”
“Okay. Have a good night Gwen.”
He walked out of the corridor. She leaned against the wall, forcing herself not to cry. She took several deep breaths. Well, I wanted to know and now I do. I can hardly be upset at that. She took one last cleansing breath, stood up straight and squared her shoulders. Time to get back to work—at least that’ll take my mind off of troublesome things.
She strode off to Morgana’s chambers with a smile on her face. After a few minutes, the smile became genuine as she enjoyed the last moments of her day with Morgana.