|Footloose:||so I clicked on the Tumblr thing and I'm a combination of baffled and horrified and laughing hysterically|
|Footloose:||is that normal?|
|Me:||and I am totally posting that to tumblr|
|Footloose:||all those people are nuts but they put a big smile on my face that I really needed after yesterday|
|Footloose:||(you can put that too)|
|Me:||Anything else you want to say?|
|Footloose:||I don't know|
|Footloose:||that they're insane and crazy and I love them and now that I know this exists and how to find them I'll be stalking them?|
|Footloose:||(unless that will scare them away like a flock of seagulls?)|
"I’d follow you to the end of the world, you know that?" Merlin whispered. "I’d make a way to get there if that was what you wanted. I’d show you the stars when they burn themselves out, disappearing from the sky."
A soft gasp escaped Arthur’s lips. Merlin’s eyes trailed down to watch as they parted, as words tried to find shape and form, robbed from voice as Merlin’s magic flared out unbidden and ran over their skin with the teasing rush of electricity.
Merlin, Arthur said, his mouth moving, but he had no breath to speak out loud.
"I’d send the clouds away so that you’d only ever see sunshine every day. I’d make the moon hang in the sky, full and bright and white, so that you’d always find your way in the dark. I’d damn the tides to ebbing and flowing at your will. I’d quiet the seas to mirror calm and take on Neptune himself when he raged."
Merlin silenced Arthur with a kiss, not so chaste this time, the two of them breaking from it breathlessly, panting for air. Merlin’s cheek was against Arthur’s, and he closed his eyes, feeling Arthur’s heart pound in his chest.
Or maybe it was his own.
Or maybe it was both of their hearts beating as one. Merlin didn’t know. He didn’t have the mind to care.
"I’d make the rest of the world vanish to wrap you in the comfort of silence. I’d stop time so that you can lounge in the shadow of a tree as long as you liked without needing to move. I’d make the forest bloom in winter, I’d bring life to the desert, I’d make it snow in June."
Merlin could feel Arthur’s lips move against his ear, so soft that it tickled, making him shiver. He leaned heavily against Arthur, stroking his sides, his back.
"I’d do anything for you," Merlin whispered.
"Anything?" Arthur asked, his voice hoarse. Ragged.
Merlin smiled. “Anything.”"
People are full of inconsistencies, he thinks wildly. They grip your wrist tightly enough to bruise with the same fingers that had curled tenderly over your hipbone. They say cold and brutal things with the mouth that had pressed, gentle, against your neck. They tell you it’s over after they had lain in bed with you, sunlight soft on their spine, murmuring plans for the rest of your life together into your ear.
But it’s not just that, is it?
They leave with their life packed into boxes when they yearn to stay. They say I don’t ever want to see you again when the thought of it breaks their heart. They wreck and ruin when they want only to curl behind the man they love, to touch him, to tell him I’m sorry, tell him let’s make this work, tell him you know, you’re still my everything—"