Years passed. Guinevere made a lovely queen, but I could see that she was struggling. She had moved on from me and was now with Lancelot. They seemed happy. But Albion was taking a toll on her.
She seemed tired. Always quiet and reserved. Nothing like the boisterous and outspoken woman I had grown to know and love.
I remembered that feeling. Having all of the responsibilities of running a kingdom being dropped on your shoulders over night. It was almost painful. Mentally and physically.
But what I was most concerned about was Merlin. He kept to himself. Never speaking. Not even to Gius. The closest person that Merlin had to a father hadn't received a word from the lanky boy in weeks.
Speaking of lanky, Merlin had gotten thinner, if that was even possible. His prominent cheekbones had gone from sharp to hollow. His ribs poked out of his abdomen. He A had turned to bone.
After weeks of watching, I couldn't take it anymore. There had to be something I could do to let my sorcerer know I was there.
I contemplated trying to touch him. But that would probably frighten him away. So I pushed over a goblet and it tipped.......
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Merlins pov
Arthur's chamber was the only place where I felt even the smallest bit fine. There always some excuse to be in there, whether it was cleaning, or just looking. I was always there.
It had been a few years since Arthur had.....gone..before anything remotely encouraging happened.
A goblet on Arthur's bedside table tipped. The sound of clattering filled the formally silent room and I jumped. I rushed over to clean the mess and lift the goblet back onto the table.
It happened again seconds later, but this time it rolled across the floor and towards Arthur's armoire.
Once again I placed the cup on his table confused and slightly annoyed. Why does it keep tipping over? The table is even AND the goblet seems to be fine....
The third time it happened something seemed to click in my mind.
I looked up from the cup wide eyed.
" Arthur?....."
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I'm Right Here (merthur)
RandomWhen Arthur died, his soul was stuck on earth. Stuck on Merlin to be persice. He watched his best friend and lover suffer for years unable to do anything. What will he do? What price will he pay to be able to speak to his Merlin again?
