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He hears Merlin weep, distant and vague, on and off. But it’s Merlin. He wants to open his eyes, he wants to speak, he wants to make fun with the girly Merlin in a reluctant gentle tone. No man is worth your tears, he wants to tell his manservant, again, and how many times does he have to tell Merlin so that the silly boy- no, a silly man now- will listen in? He wants to make him stop crying, wants to wipe those tears off the blue eyes and pale cheeks (a little too intimate than it should be, maybe), and he wants to make his friend smile, like an idiot as Merlin is always.
He didn’t do so, not what he wants the most. He rolls over in his bed, acting naturally like he always does, a confidential perfect actor. He hears Merlin chuckle this time, he feels it, and he curls up secretly inside capturing that he does make his servant’s tears turn into smile. He’s Arthur Pendragon, the master of strategies, knows a hundred paths to reach his goals, at least- Merlin stop crying. Good. Hurrah. Though not always via his most preferable path, he does make progress all the time.
It’s just not time yet. The world’s waiting as he does, however it’s not ready, neither Merlin, nor his kingdom- their kingdom. But the time will come soon, their time will come, not very far away, he could feel it, he could see it, just around the corner, a few more steps only.
It won’t be far, it’s within reach. Not yet time, not now. But soon.