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They're in his room, as usual. Merlin's using leather polish on his own boots while Arthur leafs through a report.
Out of the blue, Merlin says, "I can read minds, you know."
Arthur knows Merlin has magic. He also knows there's no such thing as mind-reading. Still, he pauses, glances up briefly. "Is that so?" Flicks to the next page.
Merlin smirks. That's the word for it--he smirks, eyes going squinchy and his mouth twisting up. He looks...naughty.
Arthur tugs at his collar, snorting, "You're off your rocker."
Merlin raises his eyebrows. Arthur rolls his eyes and goes back to his report. Pretends to read for awhile, flips another page.
He can feel Merlin's eyes on him, staring. Irritably, he puts his papers down. "Fine. What am I thinking right now?"
Merlin lowers his eyebrows, low, low. Looks up heatedly from under thick lashes. In his lap, one slim finger traces the edge of the polishing tin.
Arthur swallows hard. "Forget it," he says uncomfortably.
Merlin goes back to his work with a self-satisfied smirk. Minutes later, when Arthur sneaks a peek, he's still smiling to himself.
Sometimes Arthur thinks his father had the right idea about sorcerors. Bloody abusers of power, they are.
They're in his room, as usual. Merlin's using leather polish on his own boots while Arthur leafs through a report.
Out of the blue, Merlin says, "I can read minds, you know."
Arthur knows Merlin has magic. He also knows there's no such thing as mind-reading. Still, he pauses, glances up briefly. "Is that so?" Flicks to the next page.
Merlin smirks. That's the word for it--he smirks, eyes going squinchy and his mouth twisting up. He looks...naughty.
Arthur tugs at his collar, snorting, "You're off your rocker."
Merlin raises his eyebrows. Arthur rolls his eyes and goes back to his report. Pretends to read for awhile, flips another page.
He can feel Merlin's eyes on him, staring. Irritably, he puts his papers down. "Fine. What am I thinking right now?"
Merlin lowers his eyebrows, low, low. Looks up heatedly from under thick lashes. In his lap, one slim finger traces the edge of the polishing tin.
Arthur swallows hard. "Forget it," he says uncomfortably.
Merlin goes back to his work with a self-satisfied smirk. Minutes later, when Arthur sneaks a peek, he's still smiling to himself.
Sometimes Arthur thinks his father had the right idea about sorcerors. Bloody abusers of power, they are.
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Date: 2009-04-22 03:41 am (UTC)CAN I REPEAT HOW GIDDY I AM THAT YOU'RE IN THE FANDOM NOW????
I miss you miss youuu things've been crazy busy! But maybe we'll hang out soon? My phone is always looking for a good ring ;)
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Date: 2009-04-23 07:51 pm (UTC)I actually had a dream this afternoon (bleh, been sick so I'm sleeping the day away today) - kind of half dream, half fic idea, so we must hang out soon so I can tell you about it! Are you around on Sunday morning/early afternoon?
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