[BROLIN/MERTHUR] "tell me we weren't just friends." he begged, his bright-blue eyes growing glossy as tears filled them. there was a short and silent pause between the two, almost as if the blonde had been hesitating to voice his thoughts. then, he...
AN; just a slight disclaimer: i do not know how to describe castles okay? so pardon me if that whole paragraph makes no sense whatsoever LMAO. i'm sorry. -lily
"Woah.." Bradley and I both sighed in unison, our pupils dilating, eyes wide. Our mouths hung open in awe as we saw the sight held before us.
A large castle, towered above, high and mighty. Stone, sand-colored walls held a thousand words and memories just at first sight. The many generations of Kings and Queens and peasants and some of the first innovative peoples lives that once dwelled inside, now was held by today's civilization of French people. Château de Pierrefonds.
We'd have been traveling for about four days now, all on our way to France to begin filming Merlin.
As I stared out of the backseat window of the small Volkswagen we'd have been riding in for the past three hours since departing from the airport, my heart thudded inside my chest. Archeology and ancient buildings intrigued me, and sparked the largest of my interests. Whilst I greatly enjoyed reading and writing poetry, history was my soft spot. My eyes shimmered and lit up as we grew closer, the car going round multiple corners and swerves elegantly on the smooth, winding road.
I felt a sudden weight rest over my arm and lower abdomen, and the smell of cheap cologne entered through my flaming nostrils. My attention turned away from the castle and to the blonde haired man that now leant over me, who had his new camera held up to his eye as he began taking as many photos of the ancient structure as he could. I moved as far as I could away from him, in a futile attempt to stay out of his photos, but when the structure had left our view and became hidden behind thick green trees, Bradley's face turned from that of an excited puppy to a pouting child.
"Disappointed?" I laughed, and his eyes met mine.
"I couldn't get a good shot. This blasted vehicle kept moving."
That comment made me roll my eyes, and I shoved him off of me with a soft chuckle. "It's supposed to do that!" I retorted, stating the obvious. Bradley raised his eyebrow in a playful way, a smirk making it's way to his features.
"Mate, if you really think I'm a stupid idiot the least you could do is be nice about it. In fact, I find the less intelligent to be quite phenomenal."
"I'm sure there's an obvious explanation?"
"It's the way they go about things is what's really unique."
"Care to give me some more details onto why?"
Bradley placed his forefingers on his chin in thought and pursed his lips.
"Just the fact that it feels like you're showering me with unanswerable questions is making me," he tapped his head, "lose brain cells by the clock."
An eruption of laughter escaped our mouths, and happy tears filled my eyes. It'd have been odd, because ever since I was a boy, whenever I laughed, even just the slightest, tears would always well up in my eyes and overflow as if I'd have been bawling for hours on end.
As we calmed down from our joyous laughter at Bradley's point that had made no sense whatsoever, I rubbed my eyes in attempt to be rid of the substance that dripped from them. Bradley's eyes fell upon my features, and saw the small beads of salty tears slide down the sides of my cheeks. Whilst I'd have been distracted trying to dry my eyes, Bradley seemed to have the same idea.
He reached his hand up to my cheek, and with the soft touch of his thumb, he gently swiped them away. At the sudden motion, I flinched, but didn't move away. I looked up into his eyes, to find a million emotions swarming within them all at once, and my heart pounded against my chest. I let out a shaken breath, as I felt heat rise to my cheeks; dusting them a soft shade of red.
Bradley slowly dropped his hand from my cheek, his eyes searching mine.
"There." He said simply, his tone soft and deep. I instantly missed the warmth that radiated from the palm of his hand, and began longing for it once more.
"What was that for?" I sighed softly, my voice barely coming in a mere whisper.
"I don't like seeing you cry. No matter the circumstance." Bradley responded, which made a smile rise to my cheeks. I turned and looked down at my lap, fiddling with my fingers.
"I won't anymore. But I can't help the fact that I do it accidentally when I laugh." I chuckled softly. Beside me, Bradley grabbed his camera in his hands once again, held it to his eye, and aimed it at me. Without my knowing, he took endless photos of me; all with the flash off.
"It's okay." He said, lowering the camera, his eyes tracing over all of my features.
"By the way, I really like your smile."
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AN; merlinflowers , arthur has four words for you: -3/3/19
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