Hamish, if you're looking for a baby name!

It has been 11 years and I will never be over this.

It’s… I don’t know how to explain it.

It’s the discarded sword, forgotten because there’s no longer any fight.

It’s the wound, dark and fatal, clearly visible on Arthur’s side.

It’s Merlin’s leg, pressing tightly against Arthur’s.

It’s his left hand, clinging to him desperately.

It’s his right arm wrapped protectively around him, his right hand cupping his head tenderly, his fingers tangled in his hair.

It’s the way Merlin is holding Arthur, as if trying to merge with him and become one.

Or maybe it’s just the way this image alone tells a story, or at least the end of it. The way you can tell it was a good one, epic and tragic and filled with love and loss and all those things that make a story worth telling.

Yeah, that must be it...