DollopheadedMerlin

Eventually—inevitably—they found their way to each other through the confusion of armoured bodies.

‘I’m not your enemy!’ Merlin implored, hands held out wide, the gold dimming from his eyes.

But you’re not my servant. You’re not my friend. You’re not my…

Arthur gritted his teeth against the memories of those final months—the two of them surrendering, body and soul, after a decade of want.

Peace, shattered by truth.

The battlefield around them seemed to fall still, every man holding his breath, waiting to see what they’d do.

Arthur raised his sword.

‘But there’s nothing else left for you to be.’

rocky: rocky has seen this on earth portable thinking machine. grace very brave. grace has name, question?

grace, not entirely paying attention: yeah man its grace you know that

grace: it is, but everyone calls me grace anyway so it's fine

rocky: grace is sure, question? grace could pick any name

grace: hmmm... worth a thought, i guess. got any ideas?

rocky: rocky 2

grace: aw :) wait whos first?

"There is no straight explanation for this." - great. doesn't exclude platonic from the conversation. Only works for queer couples