The shouting gives him a direction to look to, a familiar voice and face that knock some of the world back into place, though Arthur gives the wizard a sharp look.
"Merlin? What the hell are you wearing?" Yep, focusing on what makes slightly more sense than the fact he should be dead.
But he knows Merlin. So once he reaches dry land, he slowly sheathes his sword, running a hand over wet hair to dry it off a bit.
It doesn't take long for Merlin to reach him, and god, he looks exactly the same as he did when Merlin sent him out on that boat, only healthy and strong and alive again. And he's criticizing Merlin's clothes.
A sob bubbles up in his throat as he reaches him and he throws his arms around Arthur, pressing his forehead against the other man's as he desperately seeks out Arthur's pulse with one hand. "You're here. You're really here." Arthur's told him many times in many ways not to cry over him, but when has Merlin ever listened?
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"Merlin? What the hell are you wearing?" Yep, focusing on what makes slightly more sense than the fact he should be dead.
But he knows Merlin. So once he reaches dry land, he slowly sheathes his sword, running a hand over wet hair to dry it off a bit.
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A sob bubbles up in his throat as he reaches him and he throws his arms around Arthur, pressing his forehead against the other man's as he desperately seeks out Arthur's pulse with one hand. "You're here. You're really here." Arthur's told him many times in many ways not to cry over him, but when has Merlin ever listened?