Arthur Pendragon (unites_kingdoms) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-08-20 00:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | arthur pendragon |
Who: Arthur Pendragon, Sarissa - and perhaps a Doctory type (you're welcome to join)
When: Monday
Where: Somewhere not so fat from town, where new arrivals appear!
What: Arthur appears wounded, Sarissa finds him and makes sure he gets to the right people.
Rating: TBD - but, wee little spoilers for the last series of Merlin, mebbe?
All it came down to now was the matter he would not die alone. He was not fearful of death, yet he was not ready to die either. Arthur could console himself that was not alone. Not while Merlin held him, his closest friend. And now with his confession, Arthur had realised Merlin had also been the one who had helped him create the Camelot that was the shining example of what a Kingdom should be. At least he had been able to know Merlin's true role and he had thanked him for this whilst he lived. It seemed far too simple, after the magical beasts, the spells and enchantments, after all that to have the life ebb from him, with nothing more than a wound to the chest and from a young man, who not so long ago, had been among his most trusted allies. But Camelot's prosperity would continue after him, and it would do so with strong and wise Queen, he had comfort in that at least. Gaius had taken the royal seal with him, Guinevere would have the right to rule unchallenged as it had been written, yet she would do so alone. It had troubled his mind, even before he had been wounded, that should he die, Guinevere would be left behind, it seemed too often he had asked Merlin to be sure Guinevere was look after, that she was happy. She had lost too much over the years, and now he would leave her too. Arthur only hoped she would forgive him this. They had said their goodbyes, not in such exact words, perhaps but they had known that evening might have been their last together. Arthur closed his eyes, only to feel the warmth of the sun upon him, the light of a new day, though the chill of the night he had felt only a moment ago – as confusing as it might have been, he was too close to unconsciousness to be troubled by much else. “Merlin?” He croaked, only flighting for consciousness to be sure he was there. |