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Author: [livejournal.com profile] archaeologist_d
Title: Moonlight
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Arthur longs for something he can never have
Warnings: none
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Skin
Author's Notes: none
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No credits have changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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In the hollow hours, when night's silence is only broken by an owl lamenting in the distance, Arthur lay there, listening and watching and yearning. The shafts of pale moonlight shift slowly, slowly across his room, flowing over table and chair and bed where only hours before Merlin bustled and fussed and made an utter nuisance of himself. Now, in the soft light, Arthur can only see images of his manservant's pale skin and feel his own desire growing, growing.

He knows it's ridiculous, of course, beyond anything a prince should feel. Why should he contemplate pasty white flesh, even if it is well-hidden beneath neckerchiefs and rustic tunics?  It is bad enough that Merlin has that long, long neck, somehow untouched by the sun, mocking him.

If he were perfectly honest and he'd never admit it to Merlin in a thousand years but sometimes on nights like this, especially on nights like this, Arthur aches, shivers with need. He longs to press his mouth into that tantalizingly pale throat, follow the columns of muscle and bone and blood down, down, past the flash of collarbone and into the hidden curves of belly and more.

But it cannot be, not now, not ever.

A prince, a future king, cannot take a male for lover and certainly not an impudent, thoughtless, scruffy peasant like Merlin, even if the miscreant has alabaster skin and a throat made for marking.

It is hard enough to shake off the desire in the light of day. He manages it somehow, pushing Merlin away with insults and thrown goblets, watching the disappointed spark in the idiot's - not friend and certainly not lover's - eyes and calls it a fair trade.

But when the moonlight spills again across his bed, Arthur remembers fair skin and mourns the loss.


Date: 2012-04-09 12:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alby-mangroves.livejournal.com
Oh mu God. That was insane and beautiful, and absolutely filled with gutwrenching, forbidden yearning- my favourite kind. I adored this.

Date: 2012-04-09 12:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yenny2206.livejournal.com
He longs to press his mouth into that tantalizingly pale throat, follow the columns of muscle and bone and blood down, down, past the flash of collarbone and into the hidden curves of belly and more.

Poor Arthur! How he longs for Merlin but stopping himself because of responsibilities.

Well written bb!

Date: 2012-04-09 01:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hardticket.livejournal.com
Oh, nicely done. I love the moonlight.

Date: 2012-04-09 01:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hogwartsvixxxen.livejournal.com
*holds Arthur* Such beautiful yearning.

Date: 2012-04-09 05:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hogwartsvixxxen.livejournal.com
♥*hugs Arthur*
♥You're welcome

Date: 2012-04-09 01:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fuckyeah.livejournal.com
Guh, this was incredibly hot yet bittersweet, and wonderfully written all around.

Date: 2012-04-09 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fuckyeah.livejournal.com
Haha, go ahead. :)

Date: 2012-04-09 02:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jelazakazone.livejournal.com
Nice to see you writing again.

This was haunting and lovely and sooo Arthur. Poor guy. I love how the moonlight reminds him of Merlin.

Date: 2012-04-09 01:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jelazakazone.livejournal.com
\o/ Wahoo! I am almost done with my dragon quilt top. Just need to sew the borders on and then applique some flowers on top of that and the top will be done. It feels good to be productive in different arenas, so to speak:D

Date: 2012-04-09 03:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzing-mice.livejournal.com
Such sad longing... :( But how I imagine it for Arthur!

Date: 2012-04-09 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mia-dcwut-09.livejournal.com
oh the angst of arthur thoughts were truly great to read
and I loved the parallel of merlin's pale skin to the moonlight

Date: 2012-04-09 05:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mia-dcwut-09.livejournal.com
aww i love the analogy and seriously when I read this in my email I automatically looked up to the print out posters I have colin and bradley

Date: 2012-04-09 08:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bunnysworld.livejournal.com
This is so beautiful and it breaks my heart.
Great job!

Date: 2012-04-09 10:01 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kathyh
That was beautiful. You caught Arthur's night-time yearning so wonderfully.

Date: 2012-04-09 10:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceeebee.livejournal.com
aw man, that was beautiful- I haven't read any fics with Arthur pining after Merlin, rather than the other way round, in a while and this hurt in all the worst/best ways. I love the descriptions of Merlin from Arthur's POV *flails*

Date: 2012-04-09 10:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kleinefee92.livejournal.com
Your writing is pure poetry - I love your use of repetition and how clearly Arthur aches, yet still refuses to give in.

Gorgeous.

Date: 2012-04-10 12:44 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] magnolia822.livejournal.com
So much longing, ugh, my heart! Absolutely beautiful :')

Date: 2012-04-10 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alba17.livejournal.com
Meep! Poor Arthur. I love the aching longing in this.

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