Merlin drabble: Contrast.
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ladydraceWell, I couldn't help myself. I had to write this drabble... sorry bunnies! I know you need attention, but this one just sorta snuck in! SORRY!
Title: Contrast
Series: Merlin (2008)
Rating: PG
Word count: 100 (drabble)
Characters/pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Arthur ponders Merlin's touch.
Notes/Warnings: First Merlin writing. Be gentle.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all and I certainly don't make any money from writing this.
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prelocandkanar ! A grammar god and my dear friend. :o)
It was the contrast, Arthur decided, that made it so intense. After a full day of parrying blows and being slammed with shields, getting chafed by his practise gear; which never fit quite right over the shoulders, and twisting his back to avoid the swings of swords almost grazing his chest, he would have thought his body was simply too desensitized to register anything less than a punch in the gut.
But when, in the evening, Merlin's soft hands would straighten his bandages and maybe intentionally brush his skin, Arthur would shiver and bark at Merlin to shut the window.
Title: Contrast
Series: Merlin (2008)
Rating: PG
Word count: 100 (drabble)
Characters/pairings: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Arthur ponders Merlin's touch.
Notes/Warnings: First Merlin writing. Be gentle.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all and I certainly don't make any money from writing this.
Beta:
prelocandkanar ! A grammar god and my dear friend. :o)It was the contrast, Arthur decided, that made it so intense. After a full day of parrying blows and being slammed with shields, getting chafed by his practise gear; which never fit quite right over the shoulders, and twisting his back to avoid the swings of swords almost grazing his chest, he would have thought his body was simply too desensitized to register anything less than a punch in the gut.
But when, in the evening, Merlin's soft hands would straighten his bandages and maybe intentionally brush his skin, Arthur would shiver and bark at Merlin to shut the window.
