#merlin pov lets gooo

[bellamyblakru]

i can feel you take control of who i am and all i've ever known. loving you's the antidote. golden, you're so golden. would you believe it?

for my beautiful wife @its-hyperfixation​

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[dorochas]

writing tag game - first line openers

Rules: List the first lines of your last 10 stories. See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.

Tagged by @princess-of-the-worlds

given this is a merlin blog i will only do the last 10 merlin fics, and not any co-written fics. ok here we gooo

for the one who stands outside the prison-wall

For the first time in hours, Kilgharrah had gone quiet in the back of his mind. Days, perhaps. Ever since he was fastened into cold iron, and Balinor was dragged away in chains of the same. Betrayal, Balinor thought, always seemed so distant and bizarre to him.

let go of yourself for a new beginning

Under the cover of night, their small ground of riders on horseback and the slow moving carts they dragged behind were nothing but large, clumsy shadows in the middle of a deep forest. Gwen rode on the front of one of the open carts, her legs dangling between the hitch that attached the cart to the horse. She lifted her chin and looked out into the canopy of trees.

take your sleeping heart into the vast fields of light

There were few moments where the entire city fell silent. It had been unnaturally quiet for two nights; the lower towns were spotted with the glow of candlelight as a procession marched from one end of the citadel to the other. Merlin spotted the distant movement of shadows as Camelot’s people marched, their heads bowed and altogether silent.

why must it be carried at all?

For a few quiet moments after battle there was a lull, and then a quiet inhale. Holding in the breath, daring to ask — was it over? Had they won? When no further enemy faces appeared marching through the walls, and Arthur raised his hand, then clenched it in a tight, victorious fist.

a song and dance of subduing self

Growing up, Elyan was never one to seek out gossip. Gwen took to it — the gossip, that was — at some point during his absence, and he returned to find her not only a frequent subject of gossip, but also in fair share spreading tidbits of information that entertained her fellow servants.

some have called thee mighty and dreadful

Green and red blurred Gwen’s vision as she ran. Their only warning was offered in the short moments in a quiet clearing. Her brother was teasing Sir Gwaine, as Arthur pretended not to be amused, and Gwen hid her laughter in her hand.

not all roads lead to destiny

Morgana returned before the sky lightened. Morgause slumbered still, growing paler and frailer with each passing day. She woke rarely, frighteningly confused and other times exceedingly lucid. The haze of confusion seemed to come more and more frequently now, and lasted longer.

and they lived apple-y ever after

The morning Arthur woke to an empty bed, he bolted upright, and then immediately relaxed upon seeing Guinevere standing behind his desk, peering pensively out the window. Arthur flopped back into his bed with relief. He was still adjusting to the routine of a husband and wife – and Guinevere was an early riser. Probably retained that sense of time from her days as a servant.

it’s the sound of your heart beating like a wardrum

Arthur was having a normal morning. He was served breakfast, and then dressed by George, and fitted into his armor for training. The sun was shining, the dragon outside of his window was snoring happily, and all was well. Arthur was practically whistling on his way to his council meeting, when of course everything went to shit.

and go as a dream

When Morgana stopped him outside Arthur’s chambers, Merlin really thought nothing of it. As it was not unusual for Morgana to stroll around the citadel, or pause to speak with servants. Sometimes she would join in Merlin and Arthur’s banter to drop some truly delicious morsels of gossip and blackmail (mostly about Arthur).

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well. clearly i have a pattern of referencing time passed and the word "moment" seems to crop up everywhere. not even sure what to call this. prose??? character pov monologue? i guess???.

tagging uhhhh whoever sees this <3 if you want to do it go wild and tag me ig

#fic tag #tag games