onceandfutureprat

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[It'd taken him a few days to realize it. Arthur was so relieved that he didn't have to pretend like he could decently clean up after himself that he didn't notice at first. And it's been a while since he's been in Camelot, so his memories are a little fuzzy but Merlin definitely never hung around there as much as he is now.

He's pretending to read a book while Merlin fixes a tear in one of his trousers. Then what he's thinking just falls out of his mouth.]

Merlin, is there something wrong with your room?

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Would you join me for a walk?

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No. [She has thoughts to think >( And is probably using a dagger to carve up her furniture.]

[Nope. We're talking about Tyrion >|]

That wasn't actually a question.

[Talking about killing him? >(]

Only if we walk in the CES. [Then everyone can be unhappy.]

[NO >| Also you are the worst child]

Be there in ten minutes.

[Suckerrrrrr she takes more like fifteen because fuck you >( and she comes with Nymeria and, a new addition, Needle strapped to her waist.

...And maybe the hood with the wolf ears shut up.]

[You are asking to be grounded.

Arthur opens the door and gestures for her to go in first. And don't even try to run young lady. There's no point in beating around the bush here either.]

One of the Lannisters is on board.

[Well Nymeria runs, bounding after a whiff of who knows what. And Arya would very much like to run after her, but she doesn't, you're welcome. It's chilly, and she smells snow in the air, but there's none on the ground yet. At least he gets right to the point.]

I know. [She's trying not to sound murderous.]

Are you going to be alright? [Meaning are you going to do something stupid?]

I'm not scared of him! [Probs B(]

I didn't assume that you were. [He assumes you're five seconds away from stupid revenge]

[Nothing about revenge is stupid, okay.] Good. He's just a stupid dwarf.

I also assume you aren't going to do anything stupid.

I'm not stupid. [Which is neither yes nor no 8|]

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[Merlin pauses in his work and looks up. He's taking longer over this than he needs to - even discounting the fact that it could be done literally in the blink of an eye, if he wanted.]

No...?

Are you trying to avoid someone?

[Yes. Everyone, to varying degrees. The only other person he's seen regularly of late is Cass, and that's mostly down to persistence on her part.]

Why would I be doing that?

I don't know. But you've been spending a lot of time in here. [Not that he dislikes it? He's just confused as to why, especially since he hasn't gone out of his way to give Merlin tons of extra chores.]

[He smiles blandly.]

Maybe if you stopped finding new ways to spoil your clothes, I wouldn't be here so much.

You could fix the clothes easily with magic.

I could.

[He puts in another stitch, careful and deliberate.]

[Arthur watches him for a moment.] Why don't you?

[Because he never wants to use his magic again, because he hates his magic, because he is magic and that's fitting because he hates himself and he doesn't know how he can make it stop.

Because he finally has the answer to the question he asked of Gaius, years ago: he's not a monster. He's nothing at all.]

...Habit.

[Another stitch. He's looking very studiously at the hem of Arthur's trousers and not at Arthur.]

I suppose.

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You don't... have to keep that habit.. around me... anymore. [It's part of Merlin, right. And he's just going to have to get used to seeing it anyway.]

It makes you uncomfortable.

[He knows that once upon a time he would have considered this Arthur's problem, not his.]

Are you asking me to?

[All the magic here, on some level, makes him uncomfortable. On his own, it's not something he can fight, or even protect the people he cares about from, and that is probably never going to sit well with him. But it's Merlin and he's all but made up his mind to change Camelot's law purely because of Merlin, so.]

Maybe it's time I got used to you using magic around me.

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