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"Merlin," he sighed. "You can't stay mad at me forever."
Round blue eyes peered down at him, but otherwise there was no response. Merlin was too content hanging upside down from the ceiling's wooden beams, wings wrapped around himself, blissfully ignoring Arthur.
"I truly am sorry. I didn't mean to call you a bloodsucker," Arthur tried again. "I was an insensitive prat. Sorry."
Silence.
At long last Merlin flew down, wings flapping before he settled on Arthur's shoulder. Arthur stroked a finger down his nose, Merlin nuzzled up to him.
"I want you to be you," he promised. Merlin preened.