Merlin Oneshots

adipocere [rc] » p2

quickly moving in the morning

arthur was really worried. he watched his manservant tidy up as he ate his breakfast- or tried to, at least. he had been thinking about his friendship with merlin recently, and he didn't have much of an appetite because of it.

before the corpse gets cold

merlin had been acting rather odd lately, he seemed distant. though the prince would never admit it to anyone, it was hard to make friends all throughout his life, being the king's son. he valued his friendship with merlin much more than he let on, because merlin treated him like an equal, not someone who was richer than him.

doesn't matter whether young or old

arthur had more than his fair share of faux friends, hence why he never tried to befriend any lower townspeople. they always curtsied him and bowed to him and watched every word they said. it was as if they were afraid to offend the prince, or say something he disagreed with.

up the mountain now we make our climb

and a few months ago, they had a right to be afraid, because if something didn't go the prince's way, then he would be angry. before arthur met merlin, he wanted what he wanted, exactly when he wanted it.

everyone knows it's feeding time

the day arthur met merlin- a down-to-earth, realistic, and sarcastic peasant- he was furious, because how dare someone his rank open his mouth to arthur like that? how dare they insult him? he was the king's son, the prince of camelot, he didn't have to put up with such rubbish. he never had before, so why did he have to now, with this loud-mouthed, raven haired idiot?

and so they sharpen the knives

when merlin was declared his servant, arthur couldn't be more upset about it. he was going to have to deal with the rubbish merlin gave him-or he could flat out fire him, but that would be hardly fair. merlin, after all, did save his life, he should at least have a chance.

sharpen the blades

merlin, the peasant who never bowed to the prince, had actually gotten on arthur's nerves. the prince had never had to put up with someone who got on his nerves in the way merlin had, because he was the prince of camelot and everything must go his way.

close your eyes

merlin saw himself on equal level as arthur, no matter what everyone else said. arthur was human, just in the same way merlin was- therefore, he was equal. and arthur had hated it, hated how merlin didn't respect him or the authority he had. it had irritated him, because he was so used to being obeyed with the snap of his fingers.

it'll be okay

but merlin made arthur see the right things, and he soon realized that merlin wasn't nearly as bothersome as he originally thought. it wasn't because he was annoying, it was because he was right, and arthur hated admitting that he was wrong.