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Merlin’s point of view
“MERLIN” I sigh. *Over a thousand years and you’d think I’d get used to this.*
“What is it, Arthur?” I say wrapped in a blanket on the couch watching tv like a normal person on a snowy day. Arthur walks into the living room wearing a heavy coat and thick pants.
“Where is the snow boarding gear?”
“Nowhere. We don’t have any.”
“Merlin, you can’t get me hooked on the idea of new sport and then not have the gear for it.”
“I flipped through the channels. You said ‘Merlin, what is this?’ I said ‘snowboarding’ and then changed the channel”
“Yes, but then I preceded to Google snowboarding and watched hours of it on YouTube. It’s truly all your fault.”
“Remind me to never answer 21st century questions ever again. You know enough to survive. My job is done.” Arthur rolls her eyes.
“Get up,” she says.
“Excuse me?”
“Get. Up. Was I not speaking English?”
“I like it here in my blanket.”
“Nope. We’re going outside, now.”
“Where are we going to go snowboarding in London? And without gear?”
“We’re not. I’ll have to buy the equipment off of Amazon and then you’ll have to magic us somewhere outside of London. But that’ll have to be for another time.”
“Arthur-“
“We’re simply going to go outside and enjoy the lightly falling snow.”
“But-“ Arthur rips the blanket off of me, “Clotpole.”
“Is that insult even accurate anymore?”
“For you? Always.”
“Get proper clothes you won’t freeze in, and come outside. I’ll be waiting for you in the back yard and will be very disappointed if you don’t show up.” She then walks out of the house. I sigh. The things I do for her.
I reluctantly get off the couch and change into clothes that are for what I like to call ‘going into a freezing wasteland of misery.’ I walk outside to see the snow actually falling lightly like Arthur said. I look up and smile. Maybe Arthur was right. It really is beauti- . My thought, day, and life is ruined by a snowball colliding with my face.
“Really?” Arthur just laughs her head off. “It’s a lovely, romantic snow day, and you just-“ Arthur thre another snowball at my face, but I duck. She wants war? She’ll get war.
“Alright, Arthur. You asked for it.” I create 5 snowballs with magic and pelt them at her at once.
“That’s cheating!” She says trying to cover her head with her hands. She then starts making more impressively quick and starts to pelt them at me. I dodge them well enough so that only one hits me. I pelt some more using magic. “Oh come on! Make some without magic!”
“Fine!” I start to create some by hand. As I do this, she takes her opportunity to pelt me relentlessly. Seeing this coming, I use magic to make an invisible shield so that I don’t get hit. I start pelting my hand-made ones and she is able to dodge most of them.
“That’s not what I meant!”
“But I made all these by hand”
“You” Arthur says walking closer to me seemingly giving up having a fair snowball fight with me. Thank Chuck
“Are insufferable,” she says poking me in the chest.
“And you,” I say poking her back, “love me anyway.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just remind me to only start snowball fights with you in front of muggles.”
“I’ll do this in front of the Winchesters.”
“Muggles who don’t know about magic, Idiot.”
“I’ve been subtle in beating you in a fight before. I can do it again.” Arthur rolls her eyes. I smile at her. She’s adorable when she’s annoyed. She looks up at the sky similar to how I did earlier.
“I suppose it really is beautiful out,” she says as if this is her first time really paying attention to it’s beauty.
“Yeah,” I say looking between her and the sky. “You know what else is beautiful?” She looks at me sweetly.
“What?” I look at her before looking back at the sky.
“Gwaine,” I say. She pushes me as I laugh.
“You’re actually the worst person.” She says not being able to stop herself from laughing as well.
“Yeah, but am I wrong?”
“No, and that makes it worse!” Sue says still laughing. She looks so beautiful laughing especially with the small bits of snow gently falling in her hair. Despite purposefully ruining the moment earlier, I’m now overcome with deep emotion for the woman in front of me.
“Dance with me,” I say.
“What?”
“Dance with me,” I say as I gesture my hand, using magic to open the door and turn on some romantic music, my eyes not leaving Arthur.
“Your expect me to dance with you after you’ve insulted me?” she says with playful eyes.
“I didn’t insult you. I simply complimented a deceased friend instead of complimenting you,” I say with the same playful eyes taking her into my arms.
“So should I say that Percival looks very dashing with bits of snow in his hair instead of you?” She teased putting one hand on my shoulder and the other in my hand.
“I suppose he does so why not?” She laughs. We dance for a bit, and I can’t help but say it. “You look beautiful.”
“And you look dashing.”
“Even more than Percival?”
“Eh, let’s not go too far.” It’s my turn to laugh.
“I deserved that.”
“Yes, you did.”
“I do think they’d approve though,” I say.
“What do you mean?”
“Us, as well as us using them for banter tactics.”
“It was nice to see them accept you as one of their own,” she says as we sway.
“I didn’t expect it to go that way, but they saw how you treated me and what I meant to you.”
“And how you treated me. How you both admired me as a king and a friend and yet still insulted me on the daily.”
“Gentle bullying was our love language.” We laugh.
“Indeed. It still is if I’m being honest.”
“Did you know Leon once laughed when I legit told him that I was planning to kill you?”
“To what?” Arthur asks incredulously, “Friendships aside, you joked words of literal treason in front of a knight of Camelot?”
“No. I was actually being possessed by a leech worm thing that made me try to kill you. But since it didn’t know I had magic, I was so bad at being an assassin that no one caught on but Gwen and Gaius. They fixed it. I had no memory of it. The only reason I have the memory now is because I used a pensive hundreds of years later because I got curious.”
“So without your magic you’re useless?”
“Yeah, basically,”
“I was counting on that for the snowball fight, you know?”
“Oh, you should’ve known I’d play dirty,”
“Yes, I should have,” I smile. We continue to dance in the snow enjoying one another’s company. It’s moments like this when I know what true bliss feels like. We may run into rogue wizards or demons every now and then, but mostly, we have this. We have us. We have our strange version of bliss just by being around each other, insults and all. And we wouldn’t have it any other way.