schweet-arts: He pressed himself forward until he felt the tip of the sword bite into his neck just
schweet-arts: He pressed himself forward until he felt the tip of the sword bite into his neck just enough to let a trickle of blood slip down his throat and soak into his neckerchief, holding the sword in place as he slowly lowered his hand to rest in his lap with the other one. Daring Arthur to end it, to play his part as judge, jury and executioner. To be the king, and uphold the law. Merlin held himself completely still, staring unwaveringly at Arthur, and waited. The Eternal Silence of These Infinite Spaces by aoigensou. Art by @schweet-arts (completed 25/09/2020).Commissioned by @fervidasaflame for @loanmeadragon. -- source link