Future
Future
As a child, Arthur liked to imagine the future. He dreamed of becoming a great king, so great it would be remembered forever, he had beside him a great Queen and her descendants would be composed of great rulers and warriors.
Sitting on the railing of the balcony of his room, his back against the adjacent wall and a leg dangling, King Arthur of Camelot noted that a child would have called "future".
Merlin was sitting in the shade of a cluster of birch trees, in private gardens of the sovereign, and two children with him. Patient and encouraging, the wizard instructing his son and Arthur born with magic.
Arthur's smile became proud and his eyes rested on the little Richard: although it was not brought to the battle, she was a child of incredible intelligence and great empathy, was able to relate to anyone and any animal and all they loved him to Camelot, a little 'because of his talent and a little' for her golden hair and those blue eyes, that Merlin had bewitched him.
He frowned slightly, Arthur, remembering the day that Merlin had left for the Island of the Blessed with Gaius. The senior doctor decided to give their lives for the spell that would have given birth to the heir of Arthur. When the Moor was gone, he had not wanted with him and when he returned, the young prince had seen from the terrace of the throne room, led by the soldiers to arms. And in the arms of Merlin had seen for the first time ... Richard
A sudden cry brought him back to reality. Quick put his hand to the hilt, but there was no danger, only the prince and Midia, a sorceress of only nine years, playing with hunting falcons. Meanwhile, Merlin reached him, climbing the stairs to the balcony. Arthur said Comrade extending his hand was no longer the servant for a long time the magician was the adviser of the court and the doctor and with the passage of time had lost the thinness of the typical life of hardship and hard work led to the home village, but had been too thin.
-What do you think, Arthur? "- Asked the dark, weaving with a hand that extended to the king.
shook his head-I was just distracted from the memories smiled, then put his free hand on the neck of Merlin, pulling in an affectionate kiss on his lips.
With staring eyes blue companion nestled against his chest, she thought that Arthur Pendragon, to how far away the dreams of the future that he had done as a child, would never have traded it for the world what fate had reserved for him.
Final notes: ok, such a future could come out only by a sick mind, but ... I can not help it, I find it incredibly sweet>. \u0026lt;
What can you do? Are ... a hopeless case! X)
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Simplicity
author notes: Well, hello to all / This is the first and! "Thing" that I try to write-and publish-on Merlin. Personally I do not find much, but better for the moment I was =_=... So I said "Throw! no later than tomorrow ... and I am the dragon in the house. x) "^ ^ Happy reading
not often that he, the king of Camelot, had a few days in which to think only of himself, in fact.
had to think about the safety of his kingdom, to train his knights, to enforce the law, to avoid any kind of danger ...
Rote shiny blade of Excalibur that gripped firmly in his hands, cutting off the head as you walk. He made several hits and performed a lunge, always wiping out an 'imaginary army, overwhelmed by the fury that channeled in that fantasy.
The forest around him was silent, except for the continuous puffs of Merlin.
... yes, it seemed unlikely, but acclaimed King of Camelot loved to spend their free-time-gnawing in the middle of nowhere, in the company of petulant magician of the court.
Merlino sighed again, sitting on a fallen log, his stick resting between his knees and his face held up the palm of your hand.
-think to go ahead for long, my ass real? -
Arthur smiled in secret, turning the blade in his hands, glanced at the corner of the figure of the magician, not far from him, curled-naked-in his red cape hooded.
"If it was, Merlin? -
The question was rhetorical and mocking something for which the magician looked up to heaven annoyed.
-Next, go back into Merlin, you're taking cold-
The young King was incinerated by a look piqued.
-Know, my lord, began with the dark-prophetic tone that you will try this evening when my company, I have nothing to do .-
Arthur looked amused as Merlin drew standing erect and offended and returned to the shelter. She shook her golden hair, smiling, Merlin was too soft to take revenge on him.
smiled again, looking forward to the warmth in which he stayed that night in the arms of the magician.
Noticine end: I hope not to have turned his stomach inside out with this "thing". Of course, if you left me a little comment with your opinion would you happy this poor, lost little time writer ... X)
All notes within ^ ^
Simplicity
author notes: Well, hello to all / This is the first and! "Thing" that I try to write-and publish-on Merlin. Personally I do not find much, but better for the moment I was =_=... So I said "Throw! no later than tomorrow ... and I am the dragon in the house. x) "^ ^ Happy reading
not often that he, the king of Camelot, had a few days in which to think only of himself, in fact.
had to think about the safety of his kingdom, to train his knights, to enforce the law, to avoid any kind of danger ...
Rote shiny blade of Excalibur that gripped firmly in his hands, cutting off the head as you walk. He made several hits and performed a lunge, always wiping out an 'imaginary army, overwhelmed by the fury that channeled in that fantasy.
The forest around him was silent, except for the continuous puffs of Merlin.
... yes, it seemed unlikely, but acclaimed King of Camelot loved to spend their free-time-gnawing in the middle of nowhere, in the company of petulant magician of the court.
Merlino sighed again, sitting on a fallen log, his stick resting between his knees and his face held up the palm of your hand.
-think to go ahead for long, my ass real? -
Arthur smiled in secret, turning the blade in his hands, glanced at the corner of the figure of the magician, not far from him, curled-naked-in his red cape hooded.
"If it was, Merlin? -
The question was rhetorical and mocking something for which the magician looked up to heaven annoyed.
-Next, go back into Merlin, you're taking cold-
The young King was incinerated by a look piqued.
-Know, my lord, began with the dark-prophetic tone that you will try this evening when my company, I have nothing to do .-
Arthur looked amused as Merlin drew standing erect and offended and returned to the shelter. She shook her golden hair, smiling, Merlin was too soft to take revenge on him.
smiled again, looking forward to the warmth in which he stayed that night in the arms of the magician.
Noticine end: I hope not to have turned his stomach inside out with this "thing". Of course, if you left me a little comment with your opinion would you happy this poor, lost little time writer ... X)
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