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[Merlin] So I'll go, well it's time to start moving on

Title: So I'll go, well it's time to start moving on .
Autrice: miss_hale(Sariel on EFP).
Fandom: The adventures of Merlin.
Personaggi: Arthur Pendragon, Merlin.
Pairing: Arthur/Gwen, slightly Arthur/Merlin.
Rating: G.
Conteggio parole: 475w (Word).
Avvertimenti: SPOILERS generali per la season two , future !fic, hints slash.
Disclaimer: i personaggi mentioned do not belong to me, but the BBC, which owns the copyright on the series and characters. There is no revenue. The title is taken from No More Keeping My Feet On The Ground Coldplay .
Notes: AS I SAID, future! Fic. King Arthur, Merlin is still his slave. And yes, after almost a month and a half I came back to write about Merlin. Not betata, excuse any errors. Good reading.
Summary: Merlin's hands move quickly, with barely disguised haste, as she prepares for her clothes king, while the night away to dress .

SO I'LL GO, WELL IT'S TIME TO START MOVING ON
"Happiness can someone ; be the sorrow of someone else . "

E 'feast day in Camelot.
The banners with the emblem of Pendragon also adorn the city low and slowly swaying in the wind that blows to the narrow streets of the city.

*

Neither speaks, there's no need.
Merlin's hands move quickly, with barely disguised haste, as he prepares for his clothes king, while the night away to dress. His eyes did not linger on the body of Arthur, his fingers touching the skin that has come to know.
With a precision that has never been shown to have and still in silence, Merlin is preparing his re - Uther Pendragon now lies in the royal crypt for almost five winters - for that important day. Important for the people of Camelot, Arthur, but not for him .
eyes begin to burn and breathe deeply, why not, is not going to miss a few tears, at least not in the presence of Arthur.
ends to tie their boots with flicks, and then collect the sheets to wash and go with bold steps toward the door, ignoring the light and hear footsteps behind him.
A king's hand tightens around his shirt, but Merlin does not turn around. Remains motionless, waiting for the other say - or do - something.
For a moment only hear the fingers moving floor on his back, rubbing the already frayed fabric.
"You have to be here." Blows Arthur in a whisper, a few inches from his ear, and his warm breath against his neck breaks.
Merlin's instinct is to turn around and pull his fist, or scream at him, but somehow controls, concentrating all his growing anger in the words that come out of the mouth.
"I do not think I could bear it, Sire." Whispers edge, raising his head and staring at somewhere in front of him, before opening the heavy wooden door of the rooms of the king. And Arthur does not stop him, the strip of mesh slips from his fingers and the door closes behind Merlin.

*

E 'feast day in Camelot.
In the large courtyard in the center of town, all eyes are pointed at Arthur and his Queen, who greets her radiant people. Everyone, except his .
Merlin can not see Gwen - the servant Lady Morgana, Uther that she would never have approved of his son at his side - and his eyes remain fixed on the king. A flash of golden colored irises and its Arthur stiffens and snaps his gaze quickly to meet that of his servant.
The young magician tries to smile, but it's a face that appears on the face. This time, lowering his head, and drag outside the square, leaving behind the clamor of the crowd.