So I've been working on a Merthur fanfic and I'd love to give you guys a snippet! Let me know what you think.
"Even though there were only two of us, I still feel suffocated when alone with Arthur.
My body itches, my throat becomes dry, and my hands fidget like a madman. Every part of me wonders, hopes, that maybe this will be the day Arthur is friendly to me.
It seems silly, and I know it is, to hope that a servent's master will treat him as a friend, but no matter the title, that is what we are; friends. I can recall very few moments in the time I've known Arthur, where he let his walls down. Where he showed me a part of himself that not many can say they've seen.
Though it was ages ago, almost every night's rest is filled with memories of Arthur saving me from the Mortaeus Flower. While I was unconscious, rapidly losing life, I could see Arthur the entire time. I saw no one other than him.
This may have something to do with my destiny, or possibly our friendship; I'll never really know. But I do know that Arthur cares about me just as much as I care about him.
I can still see his eyes as he risked his life just to reach the Mortaeus flower. They flashed with panic, urgency, desperation. I'm only thankful I was able to assist him while incapacitated. Who knows if he would have made it without my help.
To think, my entire destiny could have been for nothing is Arthur lost his life to save mine. A deep part inside of my body tries to tell me it wasn't because I meant something to him; he only did what he would do for anyone else. I spend most of my day ignoring such thoughts.
There is something so genuine and profound about the bond Arthur and I share, though it might not seem as such to an outsider. While Arthur may struggle with expressing how much he cares for someone, Uther, Morgana, Gwen, myself, his actions speak louder than words.
Sometimes you have to watch the actions when the words only speak of chores."
