Another Merlin drabble of fangirlism :p
For those of you who actually know what I'm talking about, I'm sorry, I am so, so sorry...*virtual hug*
Thank you to Maya for editing this and making it loads better :D
The moisture seeped through his battered armour, chilling him to the bone. Not long now, he thought, and for a breathless moment the panic made itself known, coursing through his body like a cold wave of desperation to do something, anything, to halt his bitterly inevitable destiny. He couldn’t die now, not when so many depended on him, on his leadership. His people needed a king to guide them, and his knights needed a commander, a friend, to mourn their fallen comrades alongside them, and Guinevere, his poor, sweet Guinevere, who would be worried sick… he needed to hold her in his arms and never let go.
But as his gasping breaths counted down the last few moments he had left, he realized that he would never again see those he cared about, that he would die on the edge of this lake, the healing powers of the Sidhe so close, yet so unreachable… with Merlin by his side.
Merlin, whose tear-filled blue eyes burned into him with such helplessness and pain. Merlin, who possessed such incredible powers; who was so much more than a simple clumsy manservant, yet was still so utterly Merlin… Merlin, his truest friend.
And in that moment he knew, that although he would never be able to free magic, never be able to recognize Merlin for all the things he had done, there was one thing he could do.
And he would do it gladly.
Just before his vision succumbed to darkness, he willed his failing body to choke out two words; two tiny, unimaginably powerful words, that would carry the weight of all the things he would never get the chance to say：
“Thank you.”
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the feels ;-;
Oh don't mind me...I'll just go off to read some AU fanfiction...
;)
