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"Merlin couldn't think, he couldn't breathe. He knew he should be cold as he felt the winter air wrapping her arms around him, piercing his exposed skin with her gentle daggers in all the places Arthur had pressed his warmth. But in that moment as he saw Arthur walking away, blue mischief cloak gliding behind him, all Merlin felt was the prison in his chest finally breaking, shattering into a million pieces allowing his heart to fill with an overwhelming sensation he didn't know how to describe. And as Arthur walked away, he sensed that desire reaching out to Arthur, trying to pull him back into his arms, his magic swirling desperately underneath his skin as if it were asking Merlin to grab onto him with golden tendrils. Merlin kept his eyes on Arthur until his shadow disappeared into the night."