ofkingsandclotpoles

For so many years Merlin had stood standing guard over an empty lake - a resolute soldier with one last duty left to perform. Wars waged around him, and still he waited. When people asked him, when even Alaric dared question, the answer they got was always the same. "How can I do anything but wait?""Who are you waiting for, though?"He would smile faintly. "A prat."I refuse to be judged on this. I wrote it when I was about 13, okay?Disclaimer- I own nothing of merlin, all characters belong to bbcI also claim no credit for the cover picture…

ofkingsandclotpoles

For my OTP that rose, crashed, and burned in the space of 40 minutes.After Freya's death, Merlin is struggling under the weight of his guilt and grief, unable to move on. The thought of her steals into his head, invading his dreams, and hijacking his every thought. The world around him continues to turn, his friends oblivious as ever. But does Arthur see more than Merlin gives him credit for?…