Title:In Dreams II
Summary:Merlin goes to tell Arthur about his magic
Author's Notes:In Dreams In Dreams II wasn’t suppose to be written like this. I had wanted a different outcome. After all this was suppose to be written for last weeks prompt tears, but I ran out of time and besides Arthur wanted this outcome.
He’s sitting at the table surrounded by parchment waiting for you to say something, but suddenly yout mouth had gone dry, for an instant speech is foreign to you. Then you decide that words aren’t necessary, that actions speak louder than words. You form the picture of a blue flame heart in your mind
“Well what it is?! I haven’t got all night Merlin.”
Your concentration is broken so you just close your eyes, takie a deep breath, and say it “IcandomagicSire.”
"I know, now if that's all?"
You couldn’t have heard right. Your concentration is gone you can’t make the heart all that comes is the tiny blue flame.
“Impressive but I’ve seen you defeat whole ambush parties, so unless there’s something else…”
Your emotions are a tangle. You don’t know wether to laugh or cry, and if you did in fact cry would they be tears of anger or of joy. You don’t know whether to run to his side and hold him of run to his side, and yes you are thinking it, strike the King.
You hear someone calling your name.
“Merlin, is that all?”
You cock your head to the side, The blue flame is gone. You look at your hand and think about using your magic on the King asd as if he can read your mind he says “Using magic against your King would be considered high treason.”
For a heartbeat you don’t care then you drop your hand. “H-How long have you known?”
“It doesn’t matter I know”
“Well when were you going to say anything to me about it?!”
“I figured sooner or later you’d tell me just like sooner or later you’d tell me that you desired me and you did.”
“Prat you-you…” you need to talk to Gaius, this is nothing like your dreams. You need time to think and it best for everyone if you leave now. You turn to leave.
“Oh Merlin tomorrow I will announce you as the court’s sorcerer.”
High treason or not, you put up your hand, and the King flies backwards, landing on his bed.