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[unflinchable]

Characters: Arthur and Merlin
Format: Prose
This log is: closed
Location: Forward dated to friday evening,
Summary: Arthur confronts Merlin about the magic
Warnings: ...anger and angst?

Arthur gave himself time to think about it, or maybe it would be more accurate to say that he gave himself time to stew over the fact that Merlin had magic. Merlin, his manservant, his incompetent manservant who can hardly do anything right. He's useless. The number of times that Arthur has had to save Merlin from something or other (or himself) was ridiculous. Has Merlin used his magic to save Arthur? He spends the week going over everything they have ever been through together, all the battles and the mythical creatures they've fought. Everything changed after Merlin arrived in Camelot.

That didn't do anything to quell his anger and betrayal. The thought that magic was evil had been pounded into him since birth, he had seen the evils of magic first hand. How many times has he almost died by magical means? (He didn't want to consider how many times Merlin could have saved him with magical means.) Arthur knows that he needs to confront Merlin, and he needed to do it right now before he found a reason to put it off.

Determinedly, Arthur gets up and leaves the room. Leaves Conquest campus. And he heads straight across the island to Fortitude campus. He knows that technically he's not allowed in, but he's a king dammit and he can go where he wants. He marches himself right to Merlin's room, not even bothering to knock or follow any formalities.

Merlin is on the bed and he looks horrible. Arthur doesn't let himself feel bad, instead he glares at him.

"You. Get up. You're coming with me."

Comments

[secretlyuseful]

Merlin had spent most the week working himself up into a complete state of inconsolable fear. It didn't help that the person he was sharing a room with was a talking horse. Therefore magic, the one thing Merlin was trying not to think about.

It probably wouldn't have been as bad if he had his magic. But he didn't and he felt so empty. And to think Arthur had still found out, four years of careful hiding and then when his magic had been taken away from him Arthur had found out.

And Merlin was going to die. Arthur wasn't Uther but he still hated magic, his father had been killed by magic. He wasn't supposed to know, not yet. Not until he had changed his mind and learned magic could be used for good.

When Arthur burst into his room Merlin wasn't even surprised, he just wondered why he hadn't come sooner. He was curled up on his bed trying to work out a way to make this better, because there was always a way. He had spent four years getting out of impossible situations. But he had always had his magic... and... his mentor... and the dragon.

He didn't even argue, just stood up and followed him.