Merthur One Shots

Pale Blue

cr: marylouis_art

Really simple and really short and I'm sorry about that, it's just the end of the semester and I've got a hell lot of work to do. Better chapters coming soon, though. Promise!

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A pair of pale blue eyes filled with kindness and love, watching over him with a glint of sadness. That was all Arthur remembered of his mother, that so kind and sweet woman people always spoke of. Quite curious, he remembered, maybe as an effect of the magic he was born of, he remembered opening his eyes for the first time to those blue eyes, paler than sheet, almost life drained, dying. Those pale blue eyes.

But now, when he opens his eyes every morning, he's met with another pair of blue eyes, staring at him with that much more love, though hidden by a sarcastic, almost mocking smirk and a smug look. Only these eyes that Arthur would recognize in his most hazed dreams, were everything but pale. They were of an electrifying blue, radiating life, giving off a weird feeling that you're drowning, though you're not scared of it. It comforts you. That's the kind of blue Merlin's eyes were. The kind of blue the king loved.