So we meet again... (a merthur au)

Morte D' Arthur

A.N. :  Read First!
This chapter is the detailed stories Emrys told Arthur. So it's kind of an inline prequel to Arthur's reactions of the story...

I didn't want to break pace of previous chapter, and wanted a good cliffhanger, so here are the stories seperately. The next chapter will follow up after On the Lake.

This chapter is necessary to plot! Please read it, otherwise conversations later will not make sense. The King Arthur stuff is heavily cliffnoted since I assume you have seen the show, the rest is in detail.

Pictured above is a photo I took myself of Waverly Hills on the side that faces down the hill. In this particular part, while I did lots of research will have historical "liberties" on parts I may not be able to research (such as when their PA system was installed, life for "mobile" patients).
Lot of dialogue this chap, so be prepared!
Anyhow~ Enjoy the chap!
Love, DbI

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"King Arthur was a wonderful leader, he won the love of his people and was the first king to stop the persecution of druids. He was married to a wonderful woman who was headstrong and kind... just like him--" Emrys laughed softly at that, fondly.

"Druids? Like magic?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah, that's what the legend says," Emrys sighed. "To be quite honest, my memory of King Arthur consists of a lot of name-calling and him being a royal prat."

"Are you sure he was the annoying one?" Arthur grinned, watching Emrys with amusement.

"Seeing as he constantly had to be saved from himself, yes." Emrys whispered sagely. "He still died though... when it really mattered, I couldn't save him."

"But it wasn't you," Arthur reassured, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder. "It's not your fault."

"I wonder..." Emrys whispered, voice soft, his fingers beginning to twitch in Wade's fur. "The strongest memory of that time is his death. He begged me to stay with him as he died," his lip quivered. "He begged me to hold him... It's still very fresh in my mind, like it happened yesterday. Even my senses remember it perfectly."

"Don't you remember happy things?" Arthur asked, confused how Emrys could feel it so vividly.

"I don't remember vividly. It was a long time ago, after all. But, I do remember sensations I relate to him... if that makes sense. You know, like exasperation, amusement, warmth, admiration, things like that. I thought the sun would rise and set with him, I know that for sure."

"We should be prepared to stay the night," Arthur interrupted suddenly. "This won't be letting up anytime soon. I'll start dinner."

Emrys smiled, rolling his eyes as he watched Arthur unwrap from his behemoth of a dog. Arthur cooed at his dog as he unraveled himself, promising to come back soon. This sight greatly unseen by Arthur's friends, this moment with his walls down, was enough to put a warmth in Emrys's chest.

"You planned on staying the night, didn't you? You knew it would rain." Emrys crossed his arms in mock defiance, leaning his head back on the couch as he watched Arthur take a frozen pizza and a few waters from the fridge, presetting the oven. "How sly of you."