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solarbaby614) wrote2009-03-10 04:28 pm
solarbaby614) wrote2009-03-10 04:28 pm
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Since Before (3/8)
Title: Since Before (3/8)
Author: Solarbaby
Rating: G (for now)
Disclaimer: Merlin is not mine.
Words: 246
Summary: Pre-slash. Merlin has been Arthur’s since day one.
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Notes: I swear it seems like these are getting smaller and smaller. But he next couple ones should get bigger. I hope.
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Arthur was eight when he first heard Merlin talk about Gwen. He would frown as his dark haired friend would prattle on about this blacksmith’s daughter that he played with every time he went into town. But it wasn’t until he was ten that he first met the girl.
His father didn’t really like him leaving the castle, especially without guard, and Arthur himself really had no desire to meet her himself. Then Merlin looked up at him with those pleading blue eyes and (although he denied it) he caved. That was how he found himself glowering at the dark skinned girl as she hugged his Merlin.
Wasn’t it enough that he had to share Merlin with Morgana when she visited?
But he wasn’t pouting. Nope, not one bit. Princes didn’t pout. Even when their best friend seemed more intent on paying some commoner more attention than him.
Merlin just looked over at him, rolled his eyes, and (to Arthur’s satisfaction) detangled himself from Gwen’s embrace. Arthur was fairly sure that he heard his friend mutter ‘prat’ as Merlin tugged him over and introduced him.
What little respect he might have had went up some when she looked slightly panicked and curtsied, refusing to meet his eyes. Feeling a bit more appeased, he tossed a possessive arm around Merlin’s shoulder. Merlin just looked amused and shook his head.
“What?” he asked.
Merlin laughed and rolled his eyes again. “You’re such a prat.”
Gwen just looked horrified.
Author: Solarbaby
Rating: G (for now)
Disclaimer: Merlin is not mine.
Words: 246
Summary: Pre-slash. Merlin has been Arthur’s since day one.
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Notes: I swear it seems like these are getting smaller and smaller. But he next couple ones should get bigger. I hope.
oOoOoOoOoOoOo
Arthur was eight when he first heard Merlin talk about Gwen. He would frown as his dark haired friend would prattle on about this blacksmith’s daughter that he played with every time he went into town. But it wasn’t until he was ten that he first met the girl.
His father didn’t really like him leaving the castle, especially without guard, and Arthur himself really had no desire to meet her himself. Then Merlin looked up at him with those pleading blue eyes and (although he denied it) he caved. That was how he found himself glowering at the dark skinned girl as she hugged his Merlin.
Wasn’t it enough that he had to share Merlin with Morgana when she visited?
But he wasn’t pouting. Nope, not one bit. Princes didn’t pout. Even when their best friend seemed more intent on paying some commoner more attention than him.
Merlin just looked over at him, rolled his eyes, and (to Arthur’s satisfaction) detangled himself from Gwen’s embrace. Arthur was fairly sure that he heard his friend mutter ‘prat’ as Merlin tugged him over and introduced him.
What little respect he might have had went up some when she looked slightly panicked and curtsied, refusing to meet his eyes. Feeling a bit more appeased, he tossed a possessive arm around Merlin’s shoulder. Merlin just looked amused and shook his head.
“What?” he asked.
Merlin laughed and rolled his eyes again. “You’re such a prat.”
Gwen just looked horrified.