fandomhighdorms | Magic Reserves, Wednesday Afternoon, Preserve Near The Cabins

Now that everyone was in their right minds--hopefully--Merlin was ready to once again try and face the public. He might end up hiding in his room if this went badly again.

At least he could take biscuits from here before he fled to a life as a hermit.

"Hello, everyone. Today we'll just be having a bit of a free week. Since it's finals for most of us and holidays for many soon after. And there is no need for any--er--excitement after last week, yes?"

"Yeah, the last few weeks have been pretty stressful for people, so we thought something a bit more low-key might be in order," Karla added, standing a precisely-considered distance away from Merlin. 'Close enough to show that we're still friends' was balanced by 'far away enough to show the lack of shenanigans.' She might have spent a considerable amount of time thinking about that, it's true.

"Last week, however, illustrated something very important. As with all kinds of power, magic can be misused and abused. Sometimes it's accidental, like in cases where people don't know what they're doing. Other times it might unintentional, like when people don't understand what they're doing is wrong--or even have no idea they're doing anything at all. Either way, it's important to know what is considered ethical--and, more importantly, what's considered unethical."

Tony nodded. "I think the big one is free will. If you're affecting someone's abilities to make choices, that's a big red flag. I can't think of any time it's okay to mess with someone's head, unless you're trying to undo something worse. Any others? What do you guys think?"

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Far-ish. Though now Merlin was just getting suspicious.

"It's not like she knew," Merlin muttered under his breath.

Arthur eyed him. He wasn't sure what Merlin had just said, but he had a feeling it had been insulting.

Which totally explained the bit where he was now attempting to shove Merlin up against a tree and kiss the living daylights out of him. Totally.

"Ar--!" Merlin put his hands on Arthur's chest, shoving back at him as soon as his back hit the tree. "Have you gone mad?!"

"...Maybe a bit," he admitted, staring back at him.

"Are you really that upset about it?" Merlin asked, watching him closely.

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm not upset."

Okay. Maybe a little.

Merlin continued to stare.

"...you're not."

"Not at all," Arthur agreed. "Glad we've gotten that straightened out."

He still badly wanted to kiss him anyway.

"Alright." Merlin looked away, slipping past him as quickly as he could.

Arthur watched him slip on past, and leaned his hand against the tree, willing his heart to stop with the girlish stuttering already. "So," he said, scraping his throat, "Dorms it is."

"Dorms," Merlin confirmed, focusing firmly on the snow as he waited for Arthur to come with him.

"Maybe I really should shove you into a snowbank," Arthur mused, as he caught up and... helplessly groped for something to break through the sudden blanket of awkward. "See how you feel when your clothes have gone funny."

"I fixed yours," Merlin reminded him. "I can fix mine without any trouble."

"Want to test that theory?" There was an awful lot of snow out here.

Also, see above re: avoidance of awkward (Arthur's funny interpretation of).

Arthur was a very special man.

Closing his eyes, Merlin took a breath. "Would I be able to say anything that would make you change your mind?"

"Probably not," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets, "But you're welcome to try."

Merlin sighed and resigned himself to his fate. "Can you at least wait until we're close enough to the dorms that I can take a shower after getting wet?"

Arthur affected his thoughtful face. "I suppose I could let you dawdle for a while longer..."

See? It was working.

He was going to just take the 'let' bit and ignore it as best possible for the moment. "...dawdle?"

"Dawdle," he agreed. "Potter. Amble onwards with your bony knees..."

Merlin made a face for a moment before grabbing Arthur by his jacket and yanking him forward into a rough and rather messy kiss.

... Well, so much for his plans to go home and brood about the lot of this. Arthur's eyes widened with surprise for an instant; then his hands found their way to Merlin's hips, and he angled his head slightly to make it better, kissing back hard.

"Is that what you wanted?" Merlin asked, trying to catch his eye.

"Er," Arthur said. He was trying to figure out where his brain was.

In his trousers, Merlin was starting to think.

He sighed and kissed Arthur again with more care. "Right," Merlin said, nodding slightly. "Right."

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