And I Will Return to YouMerlin calls Arthur back two months and three weeks after he leaves.And I Will Return to You by ~Angelgirlwithadream
He grabs the horn from the vaults in the middle of the night, sneaking through a still mourning city and he leaves, riding through the night, and he prays that Arthur will come – because Merlin doesn't know what he will do if he doesn't.
He'd tried to follow Arthur, but he – he just came back.
It terrified him.
He does not care for the consequences he needs Arthur. He hadn't realized how much his life revolved around the blonde man until he was gone, he hadn't known how much love he had held – he hadn't known, and their goodbye was to brief and Merlin –
He was scared; he needed to hear Arthur's voice, even if he revealed all the things that Merlin never wanted to hear.
He closes his eyes and presses his lips to the end and he blows.
He opens his eyes to a blinding light and then there is Arthur, dressed in red and white, blonde and blue eyed and so painstakingly familiar that it hurts, he swall
Flesh Toned TangoI write flowers and love and petals falling all aroundFlesh Toned Tango by ~Angelgirlwithadream
It’s all so – pretty
Humans – us, who walk, and run, and jump – weren’t made like that
That’s how we started, and I think perhaps, for tonight, we should go back to that
Give me something to remember
Make me cry, and writhe, and want you so badly that it physically aches
Make me love you more
Dance with me skin to skin in this peach toned tango
Limbs intertwined in a mad clash for dominance
Fingers scratching against skin, long red trails down our spines
Let’s forget words – let’s let actions speak for themselves the way they did for the ancients
This is powerful
How primal, how free, how wickedly wonderful we are in these moments
Words are powerful, yes, and there is a place for flowers
But it’s not here
As Summer Days Fade AwayIt’s as the summer fades to fallAs Summer Days Fade Away by ~Angelgirlwithadream
That I think of you the most
Because – of course you’re on my mind the rest of the year
It’s just that when the leaves abandon the trees
I can picture you the clearest
You were old, great-grandpa and smoked like a chimney
Even with that oxygen tank trailing behind you
And in the fall, you’d bundle up in your mustard colored jacket
And sit with me on the front porch
And we’d carve jacko’ lanterns
Flinging bits at Austin who'd glare at us over his coloring book
Still six and chubby cheeked
And we'd eat crisp Granny Smiths and Ida Reds
The bite in the air cool against our faces
But the days got shorter
And the last leaves fell
And the world frosted over in the way that it does
Before the snow comes
And then the snow fell
And I remember the world was white
I was only eight you see, when you left
And I was busy with school and dance
But I never forgot to come see you
Except sometimes I did, and I regret it now
Different Eyes Chapter 15Different Eyes Chapter 15 by ~Angelgirlwithadream
Arthur found himself in the crowded streets of Camelot, the people milling around him in sweeps of skirts and rustles of tunic shirts. It was a normal day and he frowned in concentration, while he was aware – now – how unobservant he could be, he couldn't figure out what was so important about a regular day in the streets of Camelot.
People where buying produce and trinkets from street venders, dressed in their everyday clothes, dresses and tunics and hooded cloaks – wait, he turned his attention from the rest, zeroing in on the two cloaked figures, one smaller, clothed in a distinctive turquoise, Arthur watched, feeling his stomach sink.
Because this was the boy he'd rescued, this was the one he'd betrayed in the worst way, killing his love – despite it being necessary - knowing how it would feel if someone had killed his Guinevere, the gut deep revulsion such a thought brought.
He watched as they approached the stall and he watched as the man called the guards