Merlin ♟ Liam Gallagher (merlyn) wrote in mythologs, @ 2012-06-28 01:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !zurvan, merlin, morpheus |
[closed/complete]
Characters: Morpheus [morphly] & Merlin [merlyn]
Date/Time: After Tecciztecatl's post about his bunny ♥.
Location: Merlin's chambers.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Drunkeness, Zero and Tea also sound drunk due to sleep deprivation.
Summary: Morpheus and Merlin get drunk leading to a conversation of 'Heimdall is what-?'
Morpheus wasn’t all sure how he got roped into this at all — or at least, that’s what he’d like to believe, because it definitely wasn’t appropriate that he was in the chancellor’s apartment and already a few miles away from sober, but at least he was still standing on two feet and still half determined to prove that he’s not the lightweight that he is to Merlin.
But it wasn’t like he was thinking about how he got there either, not that he put up much of a fight. “I hate horses, I will never feel like I can truly trust a horse to ride one,” he was saying, already starting to make grand hand gestures. “And then there are the beady eyes that aren’t trustworthy either — sort of like yours, actually.”
Merlin was regarding Morpheus with a very attentive expression, as if they were discussing something of grave importance. He nodded a few too many times, ignoring the fact that he was getting rather drunk as well. This was far from appropriate but he didn't really care, he wanted Morpheus in his chambers - drunk or not. "Horse eyes? Most people think my eyes are very deer-like and trustworthy." He lifted his hand to flick Morpheus on the forehead.
"Horses are dangerous though." He agreed, "You should meet mine, she's fierce - but Helios, our marshal? He has this black monstrosity called Sugar. That beast is not a horse, it's a monster." He knew he was being redundant but Merlin...also didn't care. As if Morpheus was in any position to judge.
Like always, Morpheus frowned and lifted his hand to cover the part of his face that Merlin had decided to bother at that point and time, but he had gotten over complaining already, knowing that it would all just be in vain and not at all that Morpheus started not mining either as much or the same way he initially did. Either way was a very blatant bad thing staring Morpheus right in the face.
“A deer could be just as untrustworthy, I wouldn’t go on one just as much as I’d get on on a horse,” he pointed out, raising his brow, paying extra attention to Merlin’s eyes now. Morpheus leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowed, “That is the most inappropriate name for a horse I’ve ever heard, and I never want to go near it.”
Merlin threw his head back and laughed freely, knowing that he could and it wasn't violating any protocol. They had plenty of drinks now, all boundaries were slowly being stripped aside because of that. It was worth it, Merlin decided, it was worth letting hsi self-control slip like this in front of this man. Just to see him do the same.
"I wouldn't let you go near it," Merlin said companionably, he threw his arms around Morpheus, letting them rest on his shoulders and using his taller height to lean in slightly. "Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself at all."
Morpheus noticed that Merlin kept towering over him, almost like the way he kept on doing so when they first met, and Morpheus would always come to dislike it. Inferiority was never one of his strong points, and he so stubbornly turned his head away from Merlin, bowing his head slightly. This was still a horrible idea — but Morpheus had secretly been begging to feel like he wasn’t working anymore and this was his first break.
“That might just be the first thing you’ve ever said to me that I truly appreciate,” he said condescendingly, but he teased like this all the time anyway. “It’s thoughtful, but I don’t imagine you pushing down a monstrous horse even if you tried."
Another laugh, Merlin pulled Morpheus against him into a warm, quick and rather friendly hug. It wasn't inappropriate but certainly touchy-feely, but then again- that was how Merlin usually was at all times. Morpheus didn't get it so much because he was a diplomat and all that but right now? Merlin was pushing it.
"I've said many nice things that you should always appreciate." He replied playfully, "And I could beat that horse down if I had too, all to rescue you." A soft laugh and he dropped his hold, pushing himself away from Morpheus but not stepping back. This closeness he rather liked.
Morpheus took another sip, just feeling like he should and that his logic had been too late in stopping himself, and just so he could blame that for the fact that he felt a little warmer now. And again, either way was probably a bad thing for Morpheus, and he was slowly coming to realize that with regards to Merlin, there wasn’t much of a good or rational ending for the ambassador.
And for some reason, Morpheus was frowning a little hard than he probably meant at Merlin, lips slightly pursed. “Well,” he started, straightening his body. “I hope that you don’t expect me to do the same. There’s only so many people I’d do that for.”
"Like your wife?" Merlin reminded him gently, his smile turning sharp - cat-like as he watched the other. It wasn't bitterness, and it wasn't him trying to remind Morpheus of anything, but simple curiosity. He stepped back, moving to get his drink, but his eyes remained on the ambassador.
He wanted.
At the mention of his wife, Morpheus gave Merlin a certain look, one that subtly asked where exactly he planned on taking the conversation. Morpheus didn’t forget about Mnemosyne, but he was guilty about not really thinking about her from time to time. Besides, it wasn’t like other important things weren’t occupying his mind (and he’d be guilty about how these moments were one of them).
He narrowed his eyes, head rising slightly in a challenge. “Like my wife,” he repeated with a short shrug. “You’d probably say the same if you were married,” he added, the corner of his lips quirking up.
For the first time, Merlin looked away from Morpheus, stung by something he couldn't explain as he stepped back to sit on the edge of the couch. His gaze moved to the window, foggy from the warmth of the room and the dampness outside. It was raining again, he clenched his jaw. "Maybe, I know I'd do the same for my brother."
Morpheus expression changed while Merlin looked away, but he watched the other man carefully. It was slightly uncomfortable — for his stay in Camelot, he had never exactly seen Merlin pull away from being the way he usually was, or at least get too upset. “With good reason, why wouldn’t you?” he easily replied, walking a few steps over to him, not seeing the point of the sudden change of the mood.
Merlin reached out- suddenly, like a trap- snapping his hand around Morpheus' wrist and looking up at him again. There was no good-humor in this man, no playfulness, nothing but something raw, hurting and broken. Heimdall's fate was his fault, he should've never sent him to Ryugu-jo. "Because the Queen commands me not to, because the Queen will hand him over to your uncle to pay for a crime - a crime that is not considered that in Camelot."
Everything had slowed down to make way for Merlin’s words and for the to slowly make sense in his head. It made Morpheus’ head spin — Merlin’s confession, the words of his uncle, and all the things Morpheus had told himself before with regards of the situation. There was the sudden twinge of aimless betrayal that he hadn’t been aware of before, that he wouldn’t be anywhere near the situation he was in otherwise, and Morpheus clenched his jaw at that. “Heimdall — he’s your brother,” he said, weakly tugging his wrist back so he could drag his hand roughly across his chest in hopes to calm himself down as he turned around from Merlin. “And you’d save him from a horse.”
The tug was not hard enough to break that desperate hold. "Yes." And now that Morpheus knew there was a rush of blood to his head, heart pounding hard. Of course it couldn't be kept hidden forever, but he knew- he knew what it would mean when it came out. It could ruin Merlin too.
Morpheus was trying to turn away, but Merlin didn't let him, instead he yanked hard pulling the other close, not caring if they lost their balance and ended on the couch or on the floor - anything to keep him from leaving.
It might’ve just been the alcohol that was keeping Morpheus from lashing out, but all he wanted at the moment was not to think about it. The fact weighed heavy on his shoulder and most of his balance was already gone to begin with that when Merlin pulled him back, he’d lost his stand and ended up horizontal on the couch and on top of Merlin with his hand and elbow propped up to keep him from falling completely over the other man.
Heat radiated from both of them, but Morpheus felt cold inside. “I can’t be here,” he started, shaking his head, making a move to lift himself up. He felt angry, but most of all frustrated. Nothing would ever go the right way now.
"Don't." Merlin did, however, release the other man, though it was reluctant. It was nice and warm, and he just wanted to forget. He wanted to break everything- break this man and push him- learn to read him. Learn to see what his wife saw. God, such thoughts. He wanted to throw up, close his eyes and push them away, but instead he stared right back up.
Morpheus was not the only one frustrated right now.
Morpheus had never been reckless, but slowly he hovered above Merlin the distance his arms let him. For a moment, he thought that maybe he could still get away with this — manipulate what he could just so this could work, just so this wasn’t so horrible, just so he could make it not matter who Heimdall was to either of them — but the warmth of Merlin kept him where he was, like in that way Merlin had never let go.
“I’ve never felt —” Morpheus cut himself off, a knot forming in his throat anyway. He bowed his head, shaking his head. “No,” he said, maybe convincing himself as he looked down on Merlin’s face.
Merlin allowed his arms to snake upwards, wrapping themselves firmly around the ambassador. "No." He agreed. Whatever that no mean... well, it wasn't clear to Merlin. He just coiled himself and held onto the other. Right now he had drunk far too much - both had, and sleep? Well, sleep was good- in the morning, the only person who would come by here would be...Ra. And Merlin, personally thought that Ra had seen him in so many worse scenarios.
"Just sleep."
Sleep had always been a fickle thing for Morpheus, and it was always been a last resort — maybe it was completely appropriate for this situation. Slowly he started to sink against Merlin. The chancellor’s pull on him was too strong, especially with his arms around him, and he’d been too tired, too distraught, and too drunk to argue with the comfort of another body close to him.
Morpheus wouldn’t close his eyes for a long time, but he failed to keep track when he lost his grip and finally fell into a steady sleep.