In which I try to understand it

[kylezy]

Watching the Commonwealth Games coverage and guess what song is playing, Merlin fans?

XD

You're The Voice will never not be relevant to your interests, so shut up, this totally deserved its own entry.

PS. rayslady: A few more sentences done although they are at a completely different stage of the fic and it never bodes well when I don't write a story in order. A writing partner would make this so much easier, I'm just saying.

Comments

[kylezy.livejournal.com]

Damn your crack defense, you imperious hussy!

Dude, I'm super happy with the opening 100 words actually, at least that's something. If nothing else, you are guaranteed 100 of my best words!

[kylezy.livejournal.com]

I will googledocs the 200 words I've got if you remind me of your email!

[kylezy.livejournal.com]

Fuck it, my iPod won't let me do it, so here it is:

He'd noticed Merlin's mouth before.  It was inevitable, really, given how much the young man prattled on.  One couldn't entirely blame Arthur for letting his attention wander from time to time, not least when Merlin really hit his stride in lecturing Arthur about "dangerous" this, or "they're trying to kill you" that.  But wondering about his lips - what it would be like to trace their line with his tongue, to nip at the full, pouty delectably pink flesh, to coax and catch the heady, breathless moans that would escape between them - that was distinctly new.  

Uncomfortably new.  

So new, in fact, that Arthur could still trace its origins.  Back four complete moon cycles and several days.  Back to a dreary afternoon when Arthur had, rather inconveniently and rudely as Merlin henceforth quipped, died.

He remembers nothing which is to say he remembers everything.  He recalls the void - saturating emptiness and the acrid stench of oblivion - then sunshine, peeking out from behind a cloud to filter dull orange light behind his eyes.  

And Merlin.  

Merlin's lips pressing against his own and of course, of course it's Merlin, Arthur doesn't need to open his eyes to know what his heart tells him to be true.

[kylezy.livejournal.com]

It's haaard and I totally just noticed the tense change in the last paragraph, WHOOPS. I am actually really happy with it though, and you know how rare it is I like my writing. But yeah, I'm kind of coming up blank now :( But thank you for your support, I don't know where I'd be without your threats <3