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Gwaine reached out to touch the glowing globe, entranced by its magic. His world was fuzzy, a buzzing sound filling his ears. Just as his fingers were about to brush the globe, a hand knocked into his. There was a flash of light before the globe disappeared. He tried to blink out of the trance, but the world was too woozy, and he was so…so sleepy.
He woke up to the smell of Gaius’s chambers. He mentally checked his body, for injuries. Apart from the normal heaviness of his eyelids after a good nap, he didn’t feel off. On second thoughts, maybe one of his hands were numb. He tried to move it to find out.
“You’re awake,” a voice said.
Gwaine reluctantly opened his eyes. Merlin sitting beside his cot. “Seems so,” he replied groggily, sitting up. He pulled his hands up to stretch his body.
“Oi! Gwaine!” Merlin stood up, holding his hand out awkwardly.
“What?” That’s when he registered that Merlin was holding his hand. He tried to release his hold but to no avail. “What?” he said once again.
“You can say that again,” Merlin snorted. “We’re a little stuck.”
Gwaine experimentally moved his hand around. His right palm was clasped to Merlin’s left. He could only wiggle his, thankfully unstuck, fingers “How did this happen?”
“Before we get into that, how do you feel?”
“I’m fine.”
“Any nausea, headache, ringing in your ears?”
“I’m fine,” he said, impatiently. “What happened?”
“Hold still.” Merlin checked his eyes. Gwaine wanted to move away, put some space between them. “Appears fine. For now,” Merlin muttered to himself. “If you experience any symptoms at all, tell me.”
“I remember being in the forest. We were escorting…I can’t remember who we were escorting.” Gwaine could remember everything except who the person was.
“No one remembers. I don’t think they were human,” Merlin said, sitting down next to him.
“They are responsible for this?” he held their joint hand up.
Merlin nodded. “Yeah.”
“What does this even achieve? The only outcome of this is that you will have to join me at the tavern,” he said, with a smile. It was ironic considering he had been trying to avoid Merlin.
“We’re not going to the tavern. Arthur would have us both in the stocks.” Merlin nudged him with his shoulder.
“We’d be doing a great disservice to the regulars by skipping out,” he said, shaking his head.
“I’m sure they’ll manage, what with the constant drama in Camelot.”
“Sir Gwaine, you’re awake,” said Gaius, entering with a few thick books in his arms. He set them down at the table, flexing his fingers a little.
“Ay,” said Gwaine.
Gaius shuffled over, checking on him like Merlin had done (despite his protest). If this was what being a physician entailed, Merlin was doing a fine job of it, Gwaine thought to himself.
“You must let us know if you feel anything out of the ordinary,” said Gaius once he was done with the mandatory poking and prodding. “Fairy magic is tricky at best.”
“Fairy magic?” Gwaine asked. “I thought we didn’t know what the creature was?”
“What the visitor is remains unknown. But we know that this,” he inclined his head towards the joint hands, “is fairy magic.”
“Do we know how to undo this?” He raised their joint hands.
“Not yet. But I am certain the answers can be found in the right book.” Gaius clasped his hands together, resting them on his abdomen.
Gwaine groaned. Research was so tedious. He would nerve understand academicians. “Great. Where do we start?”
Gaius raised an eyebrow. “I will start the research as soon as you and Merlin let me.”
To Gwaine’s surprise, Merlin didn’t voice any protest. “Not that I’m complaining about getting out of research, but wouldn’t it be faster if all three of us do it? It’s not like we can do much else like this,” he raised their hands again. Merlin tugged their hands down.
“You may not be able to perform your duties but Merlin still has his. Between the two of you, you have a pair of… semi functional arms,” said Gaius, raising his eyebrow. He sounded so disapproving, Gwaine felt guilty even though he hadn’t done anything. His respect for Merlin increased.
Gwaine looked at Merlin for support. Merlin just shrugged. “I’ve to take care of Arthur and then we have to make arrangements for this,” pointed with his unattached hand.
“You’re serious,” Gwaine said.
“It will take longer but at least the company’s good,” Merlin smiled at him. Gwaine felt a pang in his chest. He’d missed Merlin’s smile. He returned it with one of his own.
“How long are we going to be like this?” he asked.
“Depends on how quickly Gaius find a solution. And even then, it depends on what the solution is,” said Merlin. One hour at a time, Gwaine thought to himself.
“If the two of you could have this discussion elsewhere,” Gaius said.
“Sorry Gaius,” Merlin said. He pulled Gwaine towards the door. “We’ll see you at diner.”
“Merlin, remember to be careful,” Gaius’ eyes flickered to Gwaine. “We don’t need you two back here because of your clumsiness.”
Merlin nodded. That’s it. No cheeky comeback. Gwaine knew he wasn’t the brightest but this was just too obvious. The reason he had been avoiding Merlin crashed back on him.
They were in Arthur’s room, cleaning up his mess. The king himself was absent. Gwaine couldn’t believe what a big baby Arthur was. Really, would it kill the man to keep his shoes together? Gwaine and Merlin had to crawl awkwardly to retrieve one from under the bed.
He’d spent the entire time complaining about Arthur. Merlin responded with more playful complaints and even the occasional defence. It was easy conversation. He figured he’d put the whole avoiding Merlin thing on hold for now.
“There you are, Merlin,” came Arthur’s voice, as he entered the room. “And…Gwaine.”
There was a moment of silence as they all stared at each other. Merlin and Gwaine had been in the process of folding a sheet. Their free hands each had an edge of the sheet, pulling it together to form a fold while their joint hand had manged to hold the folded edge. It looked like they were holding both hands and dancing with a sheet between them. It took enough coordination to reach that point that neither of them we willing to drop the sheet just because the king found them in a compromising position.
“Arthur,” Merlin said.
“What the hell are the two of you doing,” Arthur asked, crossing his arms.
“We’re folding a sheet,” said Merlin.
“You’re folding a sheet, in my room, with Gwaine,” Arthur said, dubiously.
“Yeah, that sums it up,” Merlin said.
“Gwaine, what are you doing in my room?” Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose. He clearly didn’t believe Merlin but also didn’t feel like calling him out.
“Folding your sheet, sire,” Gwaine said. “Also, would it kill you to clean up after yourself?”
“Can the two of you not,” Arthur trailed off, gesturing in their direction.
“You don’t want your sheet folded?” Gwaine asked.
“Gwaine,” Arthur said, flaring his nose in annoyance.
“Arthur,” Merlin said before Gwaine annoyed the king into a hissy fit. “Look, just let us fold this and then we’ll explain.”
Considering they had made a few folds already, the rest was not as much of a disaster. They ignored Arthur grumbling, and ordering them (in vain) to “stop this at once.” Gwaine was quite proud of their wonky results. They stood side by side once they finished, facing a grumpy Arthur.
“We kind of got ourselves stuck,” Merlin said, lifting their joint hands.
“What do you mean by stuck?” asked Arthur, turning serious.
“What do you remember about who we were escorting this morning?” said Gwaine.
Arthur frowned in thought. “I can’t remember.”
“No one does,” said Merlin.
“With the exception of this,” Gwaine pointed to his joint hand, “there doesn’t seem to be any reminder of our elusive guest.”
“What happened to…the guest?” Arthur asked.
Gwaine looked at Merlin curiously. He hadn’t asked many questions, too occupied with other things.
“They disappeared,” Merlin said.
“Wasn’t there a globe of some sort?” Gwaine asked.
“The guest offered a globe as a gift for Camelot, but it fell and broke. And here we are.”
“There is no lead to track this guest down, is there?” Arthur asked. They shook their heads. “What about a cure for that?”
“Gaius has hope that he’ll find something soon,” said Merlin.
“See to it that this is resolved as soon as possible,” Arthur said. “I can’t believe it had to be the two of you.”
Gwaine couldn’t believe his luck either. He immediately felt bad for thinking like that. Merlin was the best friend he’d ever had. “Would you rather it be you and me?” Gwaine said, smirking. He was basically volunteering to be the butt of the joke.
Arthur looked horrified at the thought. “Maybe the way it turned out is not entirely without merit.”
“Thank you for your blessing,” said Merlin sarcastically.
“Shut up, Merlin,” was Arthur’s witty comeback. Gwaine would have rolled his eyes but he could see how tired the man was from whatever duties he had that morning.
“You think you could give us a couple of days off?” Gwaine asked.
“I suppose I have no choice,” Arthur said.
“You’re giving me a day off?” Merlin said in disbelief.
“Two,” he replied.
“That’s generous,” said Merlin.
“I am generous and benevolent. Now leave before you give me a headache.”
“Wouldn’t dream of giving you a headache, sire,” said Gwaine.
“Because it’s a reality,” Merlin muttered under his breath. Gwaine snorted in surprise.
“What was that, Merlin?” asked Arthur.
“I said, would you like some tea?” he replied, with an innocent face.
“Just, get out,” Arthur sighed.
Since Gaius wouldn’t allow them to help, Gwaine decided to drag Merlin to meet their friends. They found Elyan and Percival. They were later joined by Gwen who was the only person sympathetic of their predicament so far, and easily Gwaine’s favourite. She also pulled Elyan’s ear for one of his smartass comments. He threw a smug look, letting him know that he wouldn’t be forgetting this incident anytime soon.
As night grew closer, Merlin and Gwaine had to figure out their sleeping arrangements. They decided to crash at Gwaine’s chambers as his bed was bigger. They had dinner with Gaius as promised. He hadn’t found a cure yet, and begrudgingly allowed them to assist him the next day.
They retired to Gwaine’s chambers soon after and settled for the night, taking care of their hygiene the best they could. They were in bed soon, both laying on their backs to avoid pulling each other.
“Gwaine?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Okay.”
There was a brief silence.
“Gwaine?”
“Merlin?” Gwaine couldn’t help but smile.
“Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m okay?”
“Are you okay?” he obliged. He was curious about where Merlin was going with this.
“No, I’m not.” Gwaine could hear the pout from his voice.
“What’s wrong?” he said, putting on a playfully exasperated tone.
“It’s my best friend, you see. He’s been avoiding me.”
Gwaine swallowed. “That’s rude of them,” he said neutrally.
“Hmm,” Merlin agreed. “He’s also avoiding my attempt to know what’s wrong.”
Gwaine remained silent. He wanted to get up, and leave with some wisecrack.
“Gwaine,” Merlin said, nudging him. “Come on, talk to me. Did I do something wrong?”
Gwaine laughed self depreciatively. “I don’t think you did anything wrong.”
Merlin turned on his side, adjusting their joint hands. He poked Gwaine’s sides. “Talk.”
“I honestly didn’t think you’d even notice.” Gwaine decided to be truthful. It’s not like he enjoyed feeling the way he did.
“How could I not?” Merlin asked softly.
“I don’t know.” He truly was baffled. Did he forget some logic somewhere?
“You still didn’t tell me why.”
“It was purely selfish on my part. I just didn’t want to get hurt.”
“Do you…do you regret meeting me?” Merlin asked hesitantly.
“What? No, of course not. Why would I?” Gwaine was so confused. What was happening?
“The people closest to me always get hurt.”
Gwaine propped himself up on an elbow, turning towards Merlin.
“I don’t think that’s true,” Gwaine said. Okay, the position was uncomfortable. Gwaine plopped back down.
“And yet here we are, with you avoiding me.”
One thing at a time, Gwaine told himself. “And I told you that was me being selfish. It felt like you didn’t want me around anymore.”
“I want you around. Hell, I need you around. You’re my best friend, Gwaine,” Merlin said. He sounded close to tears. Gwaine himself wasn’t too far off. He didn’t remember the last time he’d had such an intimate conversation with someone that didn’t involve alcohol.
“You’re my best friend too,” he whispered. “I’ve missed you so much.” It was hitting him now, how much he’d missed him. He almost couldn’t remember why he was trying to avoid Merlin in the first place.
“Everyone gets fed up and leaves,” he continued. “You’re the first person who didn’t. It feels too good to be true.”
“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” Merlin said, gruffly.
“Good,” Gwaine said. “I don’t want to be rid of you.”
“So we’re good?”
Gwaine squeezed his hand. “Yeah, we’re better than good.” At least for the moment, his insecurities were dormant.
“I don’t think that made any sense.”
“I did, don’t worry,” said Gwaine. “I have a question.”
“I’m all ears,” he joked.
“Is that why you keep secrets?”
Merlin tensed. “What do you mean?”
“Every man is entitled to their secrets,” he placated. “I’m not asking what they are. I’m asking if they’re the reason you think people around you get hurt.”
“How do you figure?”
Merlin was hedging, but Gwaine could be patient. “You said that your loved ones get hurt. It isn’t farfetched that you would distance yourself so they don’t get hurt.”
Merlin was quite for a moment. “Yeah.” He shuffled around. “How did you know?” he sounded awed.
“Know what?” Gwaine asked. He was a bit preoccupied, revelling in the assurance that he wasn’t the reason for the distance Merlin kept.
“You know,” he said.
“Contrary to what you seem to think, I’m not a mind reader, my friend.”
Merlin huffed an amused breath. “How did you know I had secrets? Is that good enough for you?”
“It will have to suffice,” he said. “Fear not, for my wit shall aid me in understanding this language you speak.”
Merlin hit his chest. “Be serious.”
“You’re not very subtle when you’re withholding information. And I know it’s not because of me. I mean, you’ve told me state secrets right in front of Arthur. What’s a man supposed to take from that?” The truth was a wee bit fudged, but a part of him had used this argument before he gave in to the other voice in his head.
“When have I ever done that?” he asked.
“When we went after the cup of life, when we went to the perilous lands, when you told me what secret gift the kings gave each other,” he listed.
“The last is technically not a state secret,” Merlin grumbled.
“You get the idea.”
“Yeah. You’re perceptive. Maybe the most perceptive person I know.”
“It’s my secret weapon, of course.”
“I’m glad,” Merlin said, sincerity clear in his voice.
“Me too.” Gwaine smiled into the darkness. He felt much better than he did when this whole thing began. He prepared to actually go to sleep when:
“Gwaine?”
“Yeah?”
“I’d steal those hot buns from the kitchen for you.”
He chuckled. “Thank you. I would do the same for you.”
Gwaine purposely stayed silent for a while.
“Merlin?”
“Yeah?”
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Gwaine.”
Gwaine grinned widely. The exchange had been silly. Silly and perfect.
There was a knock on their door the next morning. It was Gwen with a breakfast tray.
“Gwen,” Merlin greeted, face lighting up.
“Hello Merlin, Gwaine,” she said. “I brought you breakfast,” she lifted the tray a bit. “I thought it would make things easier for you given your inconvenience.” She set the tray down.
“Gwen, I love you,” Merlin said.
“Thank you, milady,” Gwaine bowed playfully. “I cannot profess my undying love for you as I already pledged my heart to a special someone last night,” he smirked at Merlin.
“Gwaine,” said Merlin, shoving his friend. Which backfired as Gwaine pulled him along, making them stumble.
Gwen looked flustered, “I don’t mean to, did you, are you two…together?”
“No,” Merlin said as Gwaine said “Yes.”
Gwaine turned to Merlin. “You wound me, my love.”
Gwen recovered, smiling at them and shaking her head. “Eat before it gets cold.”
“Join us,” Merlin said as he and Gwaine arranged themselves around the small table.
“I wish I could, but not all of us have the day off.”
“Come on Gwen, please,” Merlin turned his puppy dog eyes on her. She bit her lip, looking at Gwaine for some support for some unfathomable reason.
“Look at his face, Gwen. Would you really deny him?” Gwaine said. He would have ruffled his hair if he could.
“I suppose I can spare a few moments. This is not because of your face,” she said sternly as she sat.
Merlin beamed at her, unrepentant. He was happy today and if he could have breakfast with two of his favourite people, then he would. He did get the day off from destiny.
They enjoyed their breakfast. Merlin and Gwaine put on a dramatic show for Gwen, making her laugh. Gwaine hadn’t spent much time with her before, and now he was curious to see which of her quirks Elyan shared. She left soon after to go about her duties.
“Let’s find Elyan,” Gwaine said, once they were done.
“We can’t. We have to help Gaius today, remember?”
Gwaine groaned. “Not fair. You get to spend time with Gwen but I can’t meet Elyan?”
“You think we could rope Elyan into helping us out?” Merlin asked.
Gwaine shook his head. “I don’t think any amount of bribery will work.”
“Then I don’t think you can meet him,” Merlin said sadly. “On the bright side, you can hang out with me and Gaius.”
“A dream come true, I’m sure,” he said drily.
“Cheer up. We’ll sneak away when Gaius takes his post lunch nap,” Merlin flicked Gwaine’s nose.
They made their way to Gaius chamber with Gwaine complaining about how partial Merlin was, which spiralled into an animated discussion of the virtues of Elyan and Gwen (as given by Gwaine and Merlin respectively). Gwaine declared himself the winner of this not-competition because contrary to what Merlin thought, being imprisoned multiple times was a talent meant to be appreciated. He would know.
They research was tedious but they did end up finding a cure. A magical cure. It was more of a ritual than anything. Turns out undoing fairy magic involved dancing around specific plants, while someone cast a counter spell. Weird, but doable.
“So we need a sorcerer,” Gwaine confirmed.
“Yes,” said Gaius.
“Alright then, let’s find one.”
“Gwaine, we live in Camelot,” Merlin said.
“So?”
“Magic is outlawed.”
“Ah,” said Gwaine. “Then we won’t tell Arthur. Or we can go out of Camelot, find a willing sorcerer, and then do it.”
Merlin and Gaius exchanged one of those looks. Gwaine wished he could give them the privacy they wanted. He would be able to give it to them if they could just find a sorcerer. He was reasonably sure Merlin knew someone.
“Look, whatever it is, I promise to keep it a secret. We don’t even have to talk about it again, if you want.”
“I’ll leave the decision up to you Merlin,” Gaius said.
“You don’t seem surprised that the solution is magic,” said Merlin biting his lips.
“Magic problems require magic solutions.”
“But magic is against the law.”
Gwaine sighed. “Merlin, just because something is law doesn’t mean it’s right. You know that, yeah?”
Merlin refused to answer, looking at him stubbornly.
“Look, I’m not from Camelot. I don’t agree with everything they do here.”
“You’re okay with magic users?” he asked intently.
“Magic is like the cup. Some stay away from it, some indulge in it responsibly, some get lost in the bottom of their cups.”
“What does that mean,” Merlin asked exasperated.
“It means, that I think magic should be used responsibly.”
Merlin looked at Gaius for help. “With great powers come great responsibility,” Gaius said, looking at Gwaine with consideration.
“Great man, Peter,” Gwaine said. Merlin and Gaius stared at him. “What?”
“Never mind,” Merlin said, with a smile. “Which herbs did you say we need for the ritual?”
“We have goosegrass, willow bark, and sage. We just need some tarragon and rosemary.”
“We can get those from the kitchen,” said Merlin.
“Does this mean we get to steal from the kitchens?” Gwaine asked gleefully, strategically ignoring Gaius’ disapproving look.
“With the two of us like this, I doubt we’ll be successful,” said Merlin.
“Elyan,” Gwaine said. “I bet this settles which one of us wins.”
“For the record, Gwen would absolutely do it if we asked,” Merlin said, even as he agreed to ask Elyan.
Elyan did get them the tarragon and rosemary, with a muttered “you’re lucky I like you” and “you owe me one for this”.
The most memorable moment was Gaius teaching them the dance. It took everything in them to not laugh. Who knew dance movements could convey words and stories? They had to use the correct gestures for this or risk making things worse. When Gaius was confident they had the moves down, he retired to bed. (“These old bones ache. I’m sure you will be able to take it from here.”)
“Right,” Merlin said, once they had everything prepared. “Can’t put it off much longer.” He puffed his cheeks and let the air out in a heavy exhale. He scratched his forehead with a thumb. He shuffled his feet.
Gwaine rolled his eyes. Merlin’s procrastination and uncharacteristic nerves gave him away. “You have magic, don’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
Merlin looked at him and cautiously nodded.
Gwaine took a moment to digest the implication of being a sorcerer in Camelot. “I’d protect you with my life,” he said solemnly. “You’re my friend.”
Merlin exhaled shakily, giving him a small smile. He nodded in thanks. “Let’s get this over with.”
Gwaine let Merlin lead. He watched Merlin study and practice the spell. The ritual itself was rather anticlimactic. There weren’t any bright lights or anyone becoming unconscious.
“Er…Gwaine? Can you release my hand?” Gwaine hadn’t even realised that it was over. He unclasped their hands, flexing his hand.
“Impressive,” he said.
Merlin gave a noncommittal reply.
“Now I can do this,” Gwaine said, pulling Merlin into a hug. He released Merlin, and dropped himself on Merlin’s bed, exercising his previously magiked hand.
“So,” Merlin said awkwardly.
“So,” said Gwaine.
“You don’t have any questions? Any rants or thoughts or anything?”
Gwaine sat up on his elbows. “I’m guessing this is your secret? Or at least one of them?”
“Yeah.”
“Well then do you want me to know anymore?”
“I don’t know,” Merlin said, sounding lost.
“How about this? I ask you some questions, you answer them if you want to or avoid them if you don’t.”
“Yeah, okay,” he relaxed.
Gwaine scooted to one side of the bed, patting the space next to him. Once they were settled, Gwaine started speaking. “How about we start somewhere easy? This whole fairly thing?”
“Oh that. The guest was a fairy. They like to capture humans sometimes. I felt the magic around them. They felt mine too. That’s why they didn’t like me. Do you remember that part?” Merlin asked, tilting his head to the side.
“Yeah, I do.”
Merlin nodded. “Well, they were planning on abducting you with the globe. I threw up the strongest magic shield I know. The globe was…I don’t know. More alive with magic? They disappeared along with the globe. It knocked you out. I had to lug your heavy arse all the way back to Camelot.” Merlin nudged him with his knee lightly.
Gwaine nudged him back before becoming serious again. “So you’re telling me they wanted to kidnap me?”
Merlin shrugged.
“Thank you,” Gwaine said. Merlin hadn’t even hinted that he had save him. He already thought highly about his friend, and now his esteem was higher still. Merlin truly was a man of wonders.
Merlin beamed. “Told you you can’t get rid of me that easy.”
“Wouldn’t even want to.”
They remained silent for a moment before Gwaine spoke. “Merlin, can you promise me something?”
Merlin looked at him in askance.
“Promise me you’ll remember something,” Gwaine clarified.
“Okay.”
“Promise me you’ll remember that this is my choice,” he said slowly. He wanted to ensure that Merlin understood exactly what he was saying. “If I get hurt in the middle of something, magical or not, I want you to remember that I chose this, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Merlin looked close to tears. “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”
“Let me try this another way. I,” Gwaine pointed to himself, “am a knight. You” he pointed at Merlin, “are a citizen of Camelot. It is my sworn duty to protect you, come what may. And more importantly, I am loyal to my friends. Ergo, this is more about me than you,” Gwaine said, smug towards the end. Merlin couldn’t argue against that.
“No one says ergo,” Merlin said meekly.
“I just did. Please give me your word.”
“I give you my word that I will try.” And that was a good enough start.
“I want to know as much as you’re willing to tell me. About your magic, about what you’ve done, what you will undoubtedly do. All of it.”
“That’s a lot to cover,” he said.
“We have time. There’s no hurry. For now,” he stretched his arms, “I think we should go to bed.”
“Bed, yes,” Merlin said. He yawed, accidentally releasing a squeak at the end.
“What do you say we pretend to be joined for one more day? We can get another day off,” Gwaine said, eyes alight with mischief.
“Gaius will know.”
“Okay, then half a day off. C’mon Merls, please.”
Merlin pretended to think about it.
“I won the Elyan vs Gwen thing,” Gwaine added.
“You didn’t win it because there is no competition, Gwaine. They’re people.”
“I bet Elyan would agree with me.”
“And I bet Gwen would agree with me.”
“If you’re placing bets, that means it is competitive. At least a little,” he held up his thumb and pointer closer together.
“No it isn’t.”
Gwaine pouted. Merlin ignored him. Gwaine sighed. “I guess it’s just good ol’ Gwaine by himself then.”
Merlin huffed. “No need to get dramatic. I’ll do it.”
Gwaine let out a cheerful whoop. Merlin stood up, taking Gwaine’s hand in his. “Don’t deny it, you want a day off as much as I do,” Gwaine said as they made their way back to his chambers.
“Yeah, yeah,” Merlin admitted.
“Merlin?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m glad I got stuck with you,” Gwaine squeezed his hand.
“I’m glad too.”
Bonus:
“Gwaine, I can’t tell you how that. It’s a royal secret.”
“Aw, come on, just the juicy parts.”
“It was romantic picnic between Arthur and Gwen. Almost everything could be considered juicy.”
“How am I supposed to torment Elyan when you barely tell me any secrets anymore.”
“That’s the biggest lie. I literally told you about my magic three days ago.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Wh—? Yes I did!”
“You didn’t. I connected the dots.”
“You didn’t connect shit.”
“I connected them.”
“Well then you know Arthur and Gwen. Those are your two dots. Connect them.”
“Mate, that’s not fair!”
“Bye Gwaine.”
“Wait, where are you going? Merlin!”