You can take a shower and get out of that tux since you seem very uncomfortable in it,” and the more Arthur talks the more Merlin feels himself slipping into Euphoria and it feels like a dream. “You need to be careful, I think you’ve had enough so let me walk you up to my room. “You’re pretty cute like this, with your flushed cheeks and glossy eyes,” There’s a spark that jumps into those cerulean blue eyes and Merlin blushes even further. Merlin feels like he’s about to explode, his stomach is flipping, his bones are jelly, and he’s willing himself not to say or do anything stupid. “Yeah? You’re a bit intoxicated huh?” Arthur drops his voice, moving even closer, and uses his thumb to lift Merlin’s head up so he’s forced to look into his eyes. “You talk very funnily, you kind of an accent,” Merlin shuffles closer to Arthur, keeping his eyes on the ground, and is surprised to see that Arthur hasn’t backed away, In fact, his face has the presence of a devious smirk and Merlin wonders what he’s thinking. He’s not in control of himself, but can you blame him? These events are so boring and stuffy. “You are a very funny person,” Merlin hopes he’s not slurring as much as he feels like he is, but his mind is buzzing with how close he is to Arthur and the alcohol causing his inhibitions to fail. He was already seven dirty shirleys in and Arthur smelled like chestnut, and a freshly created fireplace and it’s so strong. “You have a pretty smile.” and that breaks Merlin. “You could at least pretend to smile,” a velvety voice breaks Merlin’s thought as his vision focuses to reveal the last person he wanted to see. It’s set inside the Grand Amber Hotel, in a ballroom that’s decorated with expensive props and filled with rich people who have no sense of humility. Merlin hates these types of events and hates having to dress up in a stuffy tux but he does love the ocean and he’s required to be here because of his boss. It’s a gala, created for some charity that protects wildlife. He hates Arthur Pendragon because Arthur Pendragon isn’t his. He hates how handsome Arthur is and how effortlessly Arthur makes Merlin lose his train of thought. Of your magnetic field being a little too strong That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk
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