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Resurgam by La_Temperanza (Mature)
Fandom: MERLIN
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Length: 16,037 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
latemperanza
Author Website: AO3
Warnings: creepy ghost stuff
Why this must be read:
Author's Summary : Merlin can see dead people™, and Arthur's just indirectly invited the entire spirit world. To think, people said this party was going to be boring.
I love this story for the horror/supernatural elements (and dang there is some dang freaky imagery herein - ala Sixth Sense style) and the wonderful characterizations. Temperanza has woven a story of a boy with a horrifying and sometimes healing gift, a supernatural plot that will make you shiver, and friends and love who makes it all worthwhile.
And again, can I comment on the imagery? I swear, my jaw dropped and eyes nearly popped out at some of these, especially that first one with Merlin's dad. (See creepy daddy encounter snippet below. but grab a flashlight first...) O.o.... But the scary turns into the beautiful when Merlin gains the understanding and courage to listen and not just be frightened. He's able to help those in need and help turn the tide in a freaky battle with the supernatural.
“Goodnight, Merlin,” his mother said, pulling the blankets up to his chin and kissing him a little longer than usual on his forehead before leaving the room, pulling the door quietly shut behind her. Except for the old house settling, the room was quiet and calming, with shadows dancing across the walls provided by the large oak tree outside the window.
But just as Merlin was about to fall back asleep, he felt his bed shift, as if someone was bouncing on the edge of it. He grinned; he recognized this as a game he and his father would play on nights Balinor had to work late. Merlin ducked his head under the blankets with a muffled giggle, waiting as the shaking grew and grew until his teeth were chattering together from the force of it. He suddenly threw back his covers as he sprang upwards, colliding with his father’s broad chest, laughing brightly. The familiar denim jumpsuit was coarse against his skin as he hugged his father tight, but he didn’t care. He was just so relieved that his father was home, that people had been wrong, that everything was okay.
Something warm, wet, and sticky leaked onto Merlin’s face, and he absentmindedly rubbed at it, feeling it smear across his cheeks.
He glanced down at his fingers, and even in the dim light, he could see they were streaked a glistening dark red. He looked up to ask his father what it was from, but instead of meeting the warmth of Balinor’s eyes, he saw nothing but blood spurting from a mangled mess of flesh and bone, the exposed windpipe spraying a fine pink mist in the air with each rattling breath it took.
Merlin screamed.
Resurgam
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Length: 16,037 words
Author on LJ:
latemperanzaAuthor Website: AO3
Warnings: creepy ghost stuff
Why this must be read:
Author's Summary : Merlin can see dead people™, and Arthur's just indirectly invited the entire spirit world. To think, people said this party was going to be boring.
I love this story for the horror/supernatural elements (and dang there is some dang freaky imagery herein - ala Sixth Sense style) and the wonderful characterizations. Temperanza has woven a story of a boy with a horrifying and sometimes healing gift, a supernatural plot that will make you shiver, and friends and love who makes it all worthwhile.
And again, can I comment on the imagery? I swear, my jaw dropped and eyes nearly popped out at some of these, especially that first one with Merlin's dad. (See creepy daddy encounter snippet below. but grab a flashlight first...) O.o.... But the scary turns into the beautiful when Merlin gains the understanding and courage to listen and not just be frightened. He's able to help those in need and help turn the tide in a freaky battle with the supernatural.
“Goodnight, Merlin,” his mother said, pulling the blankets up to his chin and kissing him a little longer than usual on his forehead before leaving the room, pulling the door quietly shut behind her. Except for the old house settling, the room was quiet and calming, with shadows dancing across the walls provided by the large oak tree outside the window.
But just as Merlin was about to fall back asleep, he felt his bed shift, as if someone was bouncing on the edge of it. He grinned; he recognized this as a game he and his father would play on nights Balinor had to work late. Merlin ducked his head under the blankets with a muffled giggle, waiting as the shaking grew and grew until his teeth were chattering together from the force of it. He suddenly threw back his covers as he sprang upwards, colliding with his father’s broad chest, laughing brightly. The familiar denim jumpsuit was coarse against his skin as he hugged his father tight, but he didn’t care. He was just so relieved that his father was home, that people had been wrong, that everything was okay.
Something warm, wet, and sticky leaked onto Merlin’s face, and he absentmindedly rubbed at it, feeling it smear across his cheeks.
He glanced down at his fingers, and even in the dim light, he could see they were streaked a glistening dark red. He looked up to ask his father what it was from, but instead of meeting the warmth of Balinor’s eyes, he saw nothing but blood spurting from a mangled mess of flesh and bone, the exposed windpipe spraying a fine pink mist in the air with each rattling breath it took.
Merlin screamed.
Resurgam