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Tweak says, "I LOVE YOU"

Merlin (magicalsecrets) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-10-12 00:24:00

Entry tags:

arthur pendragon, merlin

who: Merlin and Arthur
what: being goofy/awkward
where: merlin's flat
when: evening, after he helped gwen
status: closed/incomplete

There were many things that Merlin would not admit to doing - ever.

First, Merlin had not now and would not ever drink alcoholic drinks that were pink in nature, very sweet, and better tasting with every glass. Second, he would not be getting drunk because that had the potential for him to do something stupid. Third, he wouldn't lay on his floor, buzzed from the alcohol, listening to music.

He might not admit to it, but that is what he'd done. Not for any particular reason. It'd been a long day, long month. Now he had plans to meet Morgana for the first time in little over a month. After leaving Gwen's place, he'd gone out to get a drink, and got more then he'd bargained for. He'd been given something sweet, so tasty that he'd ordered two more. Now he was laying on the floor of his apartment listening to music. His eyes were closed, and he was flushed and tingling all over. Merlin was enjoying himself actually, it was nice, and he was focused only on the steady beat of the music filling his apartment. He was still buzzed and didn't even realize the door had opened.

Not that he'd be bothered. He was in too good of a mood to be really upset about much right now. He wasn't thinking completely clearly, and his worries had temporarily taken a back seat. Finally he turned to the person standing over him, and found himself smiling up at Arthur. "Eeeevening, sire."

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a_royal_prat
2010-10-17 02:58 am UTC (link)

"I did. It was different than I expected. Good though." Arthur watched Merlin's face go from relaxed to tense back to false cheerfulness and something solid hit his stomach with a splash of acid. That wasn't...fair didn't seem right. He couldn't be the only one to continue to like Morgana. It wouldn't work. He was well-aware that Morgana and Merlin had fallen out but this was getting ridiculous.

"I think I'll try that now." He made a grab for Merlin's drink.

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magicalsecrets
2010-10-17 03:36 am UTC (link)

Arthur's expression did something similar to Merlin's had at the subject of Morgana, without the following forced smile, but for different reasons he was sure. Neither seemed all that eager to really talk about it though. Which was probably a good thing.

Instead he just nodded and handed over the glass. "Have you thought of any names for the baby yet?" Merlin asked absently, changing the subject to something more pleasant.

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	a_royal_prat 2010-10-17 03:46 am UTC (link)
	"I don't know where to begin." Arthur surreptitiously sniffed at the drink when it was handed to him before daring to drink it. He sputtered, gagging on the sweetness. He hadn't expected the smell to be quite so accurate. "What the hell is that?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

magicalsecrets
2010-10-17 04:10 am UTC (link)

"I told you. Watermelon -- something. Alcohol." He shrugged, not exactly sure what exactly was in the glass. It had been mixed for him. All he'd wanted was sweet because he didn't like to actually taste the alcohol. He let Arthur have the drink, folding his arms under his head, and closing his eyes.

"You'll have to think of a name soon." Merlin yawned and had the music turn off. "I like the pink for the nursery, by the way, and the decorations."

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a_royal_prat
2010-10-17 04:53 am UTC (link)

"Watermelon-something, alcohol." Arthur ran a hand over his face, eyes squeezed shut as if somehow that would make that explanation better. "It tastes like someone poured a cup of sugar down my throat and chased it with gin."

He set the glass aside, far, far aside, and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "You would. The decorations are...sweet."

Things were moving fast now, faster than Arthur expected, just when he thought he was almost ready, he felt his world shift beneath him and he came face to face with the realization he was anything but. This child would be dependent on him. This tiny, fragile little girl who would be here in a matter of weeks now. It terrified him. What the hell did he even know about young girls?

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magicalsecrets
2010-10-21 12:49 am UTC (link)

"Baby girls are supposed to have sweet things." He pointed out, ignoring the insults to his drink, and just reaching to take the glass back.

He knew Arthur was still worried about the baby, and how he would be as a father. There was only so much reassuring he could do. Arthur would be a wonderful father, and when his daughter was born he'd finally realize that himself. So Merlin just smiled and gave his knee a light squeeze. "Stop worrying." Telling him that would do just about as much good as telling him to stop breathing. It wasn't likely to happen.

Merlin was looking forward to the baby almost as much as they were. He wanted to be in her life as much as Gwen and Arthur would let him.

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