It is written
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Author:
archaeologist_d
Title: It is written
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: There was history there, written on Merlin’s skin.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 100
Camelot_drabble Prompt: 365 – Writing on the body
Author's Notes: none
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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There was history there. Scars, twisted and corpse-white, soft and hard, new-made, old. Bruises, too, purple-colored, yellows and greens, scattered among the pale ruin of Merlin’s skin.
Merlin hid it all beneath kerchiefs and silence. He must know Arthur would protect him, would punish those who’d abused him so.
Instead, he’d suffered alone.
Merlin - who couldn’t stop talking about anything and everything, who, when confronted, prattled nonsense, and hid his pain.
Merlin hadn’t trusted Arthur in this.
Opening the door, he ignored Merlin’s sputter of prats and privacy. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
And waited for Merlin’s answer.
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Title: It is written
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: There was history there, written on Merlin’s skin.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 100
Camelot_drabble Prompt: 365 – Writing on the body
Author's Notes: none
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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There was history there. Scars, twisted and corpse-white, soft and hard, new-made, old. Bruises, too, purple-colored, yellows and greens, scattered among the pale ruin of Merlin’s skin.
Merlin hid it all beneath kerchiefs and silence. He must know Arthur would protect him, would punish those who’d abused him so.
Instead, he’d suffered alone.
Merlin - who couldn’t stop talking about anything and everything, who, when confronted, prattled nonsense, and hid his pain.
Merlin hadn’t trusted Arthur in this.
Opening the door, he ignored Merlin’s sputter of prats and privacy. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
And waited for Merlin’s answer.