|Your Body is my Body
Author: emiliexox PM
You can learn a lot about a person that you never knew… when you are living their life. Merlin and Arthur wake up to find that they are in each other’s bodies. Slash. Rating may changeRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Arthur & Merlin - Chapters: 20 - Words: 39,779 - Reviews: 281 - Favs: 134 - Follows: 49 - Updated: 03-17-10 - Published: 02-11-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5736239
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Hey guys. Back for another one. This one is multi- chapter again for these guys, although I don't know how many it is going to be.
Just keep up with my and feed me with ideas.
Your Body is my Body
Arthur wandered down the dark corridors of the palace. He had just come from dinner with his father, which usually consisted of three main conversational topics: destroying magical objects, suspicions of people who practice magic and that magic is evil. Arthur did believe what his father was saying to him, and he didn't oppose his father's views, but sometimes he just wanted them to talk about something else. Like, "Oh hi son, how was your day?" or "Did you do anything interesting?" and maybe even "Hey Arthur, maybe tomorrow, we can go fishing."
Arthur didn't really care what it was. It seemed that his whole life had revolved around magic, even though his father was trying his hardest to get rid of it once and for all. It was like a bad smell; invisible, but always lingering around, waiting to strike at the right moment. Arthur sighed. He couldn't really complain about his life. He was the Prince of Camelot and future king; it did come with its benefits. Like… always being served without question. Actually, that was not really true in his life, even though, Arthur thought smiling, it should be.
Arthur entered his chambers to find his manservant walking slowly towards the door, his armour in his hands in a pile so high that he could barely see where he was going. Arthur chuckled to himself. Merlin stopped abruptly.
"Who's there?" he said. Arthur walked slowly around so he was on the side of Merlin that he couldn't see, as he was still looking around in the direction that the noise had come from. Arthur walked up to Merlin, putting his face inches from Merlin's ear and whispered,
Arthur could not recall what had happened next. All he could hear was the clattering of metal against stone and Merlin screaming as he was blinded by silver and a kafuffle of limbs. Once all of Arthur's armour had managed to settle on the ground, Merlin stood up straight having hunched over trying to catch his breath.
"Shit Arthur, you scared me half to death."
"Well, if my armour was alive before this event, it is probably dead now," Arthur replied gesturing to the mess that lay on the floor. Merlin looked around and started to fuss.
"I'm sorry I dropped it. I'll just go clean it now." Arthur laughed again.
"Don't worry about it Merlin, you can do it later. God… you are way too easy."
Merlin joined in with the prince's laughter.
"OK, I have to admit that was pretty good," Merlin said.
"Are you kidding? That was classic," Arthur beamed, his chest sticking out slightly as if to single a small triumph. Merlin nodded in defeat and walked over to Arthur's bed, preparing it for the prince.
"How was dinner with your father?" Merlin asked.
"Meh," Arthur replied simply, "same old shit. Magic is evil, magic is bad. God I wish that he could just capture all the sorcerers in one go so he can bloody well get over it." Arthur creased his brow and paced around the room.
"I mean, it would be nice for him to actually wonder about what I am doing for a change. Do you know when the last time was that he asked me how I am? God, I don't even remember. It seems that sometimes he cares about the destruction of magic, more than he cares about me."
"That's not true Arthur," Merlin said, "Your father cares about you more than anything." Arthur waved his comment aside.
"How would you know Merlin? You don't know anything about my father and certainly nothing about my relationship with him."
"I wasn't saying that…"
"Well then what were you saying?" Arthur asked defensively. "You think you know me? You think you know what its like to be me? Merlin, do you?"
"Arthur, what is wrong with you?" Merlin asked. "I didn't say anything like that. Why are you being so defensive?"
"It's just; sometimes I just want a normal life. One where I can be me and not what everyone expects me to be. Someone who can have a normal relationship with their father or any parent. Like… what's was your relationship like with your mother in where are you from again… Ealdor?" Merlin smiled.
"Trying to make a point and you don't even know where you are talking about."
"Merlin!" Arthur said sternly.
"Alright…prat," Merlin said, muttering the last part of the sentence under his breath.
"My mother and I, we just had a normal relationship. Good morning everyday and good night every night. We always ate dinner together, discussing our days because for most of it we usually were not together. I would be out in the fields and she would be in the kitchen. My god, that woman loves to bake. She would always tell me that it was her dream to own her own mill, where she could bake forever. A day never went past where we did not speak, or at least acknowledge each other in some way. But that was what it was like with every family in our village. I just thought it was normal."
Arthur was staring out the window, looking like he was not acknowledging a word that Merlin was saying. He was breathing heavily, as if he was trying to fight back tears. Merlin had never seen Arthur cry. He was always so strong and for him to be upset about something like this, meant that he was really hurting.
"It's just…" Arthur started, "nothing. If you were in my position you would understand." Merlin sighed and walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. The prince winced as if it was painful, but soon relaxed under his touch.
"I don't know Arthur. Maybe I will, one day. But I'm not you. I can not fully understand, I can only be helped to understand. If you were in my shoes, you would see that it doesn't have to be so hard. You should try to make an effort."
Arthur turned to him.
"Are you accusing me of not trying?"
"No, Arthur I'm just saying…"
"No you are. I just…. God. I just wish you could see things my way."
"And right now, I wish you could see things my way," Merlin shot back.
"Get out," Arthur said, "And take my armour with you. I want it done by morning."
"But you said…"
"Please," Arthur said strongly, "Just go." Merlin hesitated, but soon nodded and walked out of the room.
Arthur stared at the window a little while longer before going to bed.
Merlin walked slowly down the corridor, a weird sensation of foreboding in his stomach.
There you go.
Chapter 1 over out of… yeah.