#I want to share the fic but I've never posted fics before so yknow. greenhorn and all that

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When Merlin was helping Arthur draft an address, which meant writing it for him with the rare privilege of sitting at his desk, Arthur came over and hovered at Merlin’s shoulder. That wasn’t unusual—Arthur was prone to hovering, especially when he was a little nervous before a speech, something he would never admit but showed clear as day to Merlin—but he was lingering longer between his stints of pacing. Upon one such loom, he placed a hand on the back of the chair and his other on the desk, leaning in so close that Merlin could smell his sun-baked hair and feel the tickle of his breath on his ear.

a little comic based on something I wrote :)

[ID: a two page comic featuring merlin and arthur from bbc's merlin set in arthur's chambers. merlin is sat at arthur's desk writing with a quill and arthur is pacing and standing beside merlin to pester him. detailed IDs in alt text]