Happy 2013, Merlinions! So... Broken any resolutions yet?
Hey, you guys—let's make a pact, okay? Or a NEW New Year's resolution (Forget the fact that it's technically the sixth!). Let's resolve that, even though Merlin is over now, we will continue to read and write its fanfiction so that the legend lives on, alright? 'Cuz I'm going to keep writing (At this point, I don't even know if I could do anything else...), and I don't want to be left all alone. But you'll stick with me, right? Er... Right?
Description: Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words...
Disclaimer: If it turns out that the whole "series finale" thing was just one giant prank and they're secretly filming another season, you'll know that I really DO own Merlin (And that my letter made it to the North Pole!).
Additional AN: Tag to 4x13, but no real spoilers for anything.
Sticks and Stones
Arthur braced himself—his feet sliding into a defensive stance—as he turned to face his foe. After only a moment of hesitation, he took a deep breath, stepped forward, and started his attack.
"You're a pebble," he sneered, his voice as hard and unwavering as his gaze. "A tiny, insignificant piece of gravel.
"In fact," he continued as he began to circle the enemy, "I've dumped bigger things out of my boots! And now… well… Now, you're standing in my way, and I'm going to crush you into pavement, you hear me? I am going to walk all over you! I–"
The King paused and glanced up at the interruption, brow furrowing at the sight of his manservant.
"Yes, what is it, Merlin?" he asked impatiently.
"Nothing," the other man replied. "It's just that a few of your concerned subjects—myself included—were wondering why on earth you're trash-talking Excalibur."
Arthur gave a longsuffering sigh at his manservant's ignorance. "I'm not talking to the sword, Merlin. I'm talking to the stone."
"Alright, that may be," Merlin said, hands raised in a placating gesture. "But that still leads us back to my original question of why."
"I'm trying to break it."
"You're trying to break it," Merlin repeated disbelievingly. "With your words."
Arthur nodded enthusiastically. "I'm changing tactics—I tried a physical attack, and that didn't weaken it, so now I'm trying a psychological one."
Merlin raised his eyebrows. "A psychological attack… On a rock." Arthur grinned and leaned forward conspiratorially.
"Don't worry—it won't be long before it cracks!"
"You rocks think you're SO smart."
Ah, puns: Can't live with 'em... (But I keep forcing you to anyway!) And this story gave you all a two-for-pun special in that department! Oh, I feel so accomplished... ;P
Sorry if this is a bit too cracky for you. I just realized how sensitive rocks are—one well-placed jab and they fall all to pieces! ;P Blame 3 a.m. plot bunnies...
Talk to you later! ROCK on! ;P (Yes, I do have a problem. Sticks and stones, people...)
P.S. I know I'm probably opening a can of worms here, but... "What did you guys think of the finale?" *braces self for heavy fire and caps-locked comments*