He does feel the scrapes and soreness of his palms under the gloves the night after that, picking apart and putting back together a receiver in the dim light of a portable lamp beside his base bunk. Lance watches him over his book, Merlin can feel it, but he can't help the hurt tremor no matter how hard he grips the plastic. His thumb slides off the handle of the screwdriver awkwardly and something inside the box cracks on the impact, loudly, making Arthur throw his head up from the paperwork and glare at him. Then, the gaze softens on the edges. Then, Arthur meets his eyes with a lost look and furrowed brows like he's witnessing something he isn't sure how to register and process. Merlin hears a shaky, choked inhale hit his throat even before he himself can register or process it.
He bites down on the screwdriver, looking away and cracking the device back open with his fingers.
The tears keep falling and he keeps feeling them crawl across his face and bury their way into his skin.
I'd post something like "me every time historical fanfiction gets turned into a smutty slutty horny musical" but the shitshow that went down for decades so that MOR could exist is truly one of a kind
My partner was nagging me for a month to paint more backgrounds so I'm giving him a sticker pack for christmas
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Also here's their Instagram page:
Happy birthday to this little freak!!!
Normal couple
Obsessed with this photo of Assad and Eric asdfghhjkll
I am feral for them
Ur eyes are s'pretty pls hold m'hand *passes out face flat*
God sends the hardest battles (a crush on a guy with no physical boundaries) to her weakest soldiers (touch starved homosexual)