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Post by em on Oct 2, 2011 2:16:07 GMT -5
The scene between Gwen and Arthur was just....GUH! I almost passed out!!! it was just beautiful!!! 
Loved Merlin running around and just being all himself , and the Knights really rocked that episode too!!!
EPIC DARKNESS!!!! can't wait to see more stuff like this coming - THIS YEAR IS MERLIN'S TIME!!!! 
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Post by em on Oct 1, 2011 16:26:59 GMT -5
Merlin wasn’t about to launch into the full story of how Bayard had wrongly been accused of trying to poison Arthur, and instead chose to cut out the best bits. “Lord Bayard came to Camelot once, but that’s about as much knowledge that I have of Mercia” he shrugged, “I’ve never been there myself – in fact…I’ve never really been anywhere”. That was partially true, apart from the odd trip to the Isle of the blessed or somewhere to save Arthur; Merlin found that he hadn’t really travelled as such. He'd certainly done a lot more since he'd become Arthur's servant, that was for sure.
Once again she was questioning him, anymore of this and he was sure that he would be chained to a wall until he answered. “Really, it’s nothing” he chuckled. There was no way he’d be telling her about the dress!
Merlin leant back against the wall casually and folded his arms. It looked as though he was going to be there for a while so he’d best make himself comfortable. “Since I came to Camelot, – I used to live with my mother in Ealdor” he told her, directing a similar question her way. “Have you always been a noblewoman?” On realising what he had just said he mentally kicked himself, “I mean…have you always lived in Mercia? With your uncle?”
Hopefully this little question session would bide him some time and spare him the embarrassment and torment of Caitrin and Arthur (well, when Caitrin blabbed about Merlin’s antics to the Prince anyway).
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Post by em on Oct 1, 2011 15:23:02 GMT -5
Merlin nodded as Caitrin explained about her uncle. Mercia. So she was Mercian then? Merlin had already run into trouble sometime back when he’d first started working for Arthur. Lord Bayard, a poisoned chalice and Nimueh were key things that he wouldn’t forget, especially as Merlin had been the one to drink the poison intended for Arthur. Still things never changed. People, creatures and anything that life could throw at them were out to get Arthur and Merlin – even if the Prince didn’t exactly know it. “Oh…right” Merlin nodded awkwardly.
Why couldn’t he just keep his big mouth shut? Why did he always have to say the wrong thing. Now Caitrin was question what could be worse than jewellery and merlin didn’t exactly want to tell her of how he came to be in possession of one of lady morgana’s dresses, nor the fact that Arthur and Gwen had seen him with it, not IN it. “Err…nothing” Merlin shrugged it off cheerfully, “just a little misunderstanding that Arthur and I had” he scratched the back of his neck nervously and looked around the room.
“Nice bed, and are these…” he mock gasped, “Pillows!”
He knew that it wasn’t helping his situation any further, but he needed to change the subject now. All this talk of dresses, jewellery and fashion was giving him the headache now. What next? Caitrin demanding that he try on her shoes for size? He needed to get out now, or at least bring up something far more interesting to talk about
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Post by em on Oct 1, 2011 15:04:52 GMT -5
“Gauis doesn’t have to know.”
“Yeah, but he will do in the morning when I can’t get up for work and have a massive headache” Merlin told him. Then he’d be made to down another disgusting concoction to stop the ache and be sent on his way to another headache called Arthur. But Gwaine was already up stating that he was getting this round in. Merlin couldn’t refuse now.
He watched his friend give a wink to Ardith or whatever her name was, before returning with the drinks, ale shoved under his nose. “Thanks” he lifted his drink before taking a small sip. He needed to make this one last – if he drunk it any faster he’d be under the table in no time. Obviously that was Gwaine’s game plan. Merlin was sure of that anyway.
“Well…this is, cosy?” Merlin looked around at the other drinkers in the tavern. There were only a couple of familiar faces, but none that stood out.
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Post by em on Oct 1, 2011 6:14:57 GMT -5
THUD!
Merlin found himself being once again launched into the dungeon. This could be his new home now by the looks of things, and it seemed as though he wouldn’t be going anywhere for a while. As IF it was his destiny to protect this prat! There were many words to sum up Prince Arthur right now and none of them were nice at all. At least he’d finally have some peace now that his position would be filled by someone else.
Merlin leant back against the cool stone and pondered. He should’ve let Lady Helen impale Arthur when she had the chance. He would’ve gladly helped her, but no. merlin being merlin was too nice for that and had ended up with a burden rather than a ‘reward’. He wondered what it was the dragon could see. Right now his prophesy was way above wrong. Merlin knew he clearly wasn’t the right person to be keeping the Prince from harm.
“Not again!” came a voice from the bars, Gauis. Merlin gave him a small wave from where he sat. Obviously Arthur had gone straight to him to tell him about what happened. “I really don’t know what to do with you Merlin” he sighed, “first you pick a fight with Arthur – TWICE! and then you try your luck again – what is wrong with you!”
Merlin bit his lip. “Well they do say third time lucky?” Merlin tried to make a joke of it but Gauis wasn’t impressed.
“Well come on!” Gauis snapped, “Out with it!”
He got up and walked to the bars leaning in so that the guards couldn’t hear him. “There is no way that my destiny is to protect Arthur. It can’t be, I didn’t ask to take the job as his servant” he explained
“No but you took it all the same” Gauis replied and sighed, “I can’t get you out of this one Merlin, not this time. When Uther hears about this he won’t be happy”
“I don’t care” Merlin answered stubbornly, “if I have to have rotten fruit and vegetables thrown at me for a year it is better than running around after Arthur.”
Gauis gave him a look, “I don’t think it will be as simple as that Merlin”. With that he turned and left the dungeon and for Merlin to ponder on his words .
Settling himself back in his previous position, Merlin knew that he could be in his cell for a loooooooooooooooong time – especially if Arthur had anything to do with it. His head connected with the wall with a thud. Now all he could do was sit and wait to see what Arthur had in store for him. And the word ‘tourment’ didn’t even cut it this time.
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Post by em on Oct 1, 2011 5:37:17 GMT -5
He needed to swallow it all up. Merlin had slowly learnt to become thick skinned when it came down to making choices for what he believed was right – even if most of them were wrong. He had to remember that this was just like anything else he’d faced – except it wasn’t. It was far greater than that, than any witch, dragon or creature could throw at him. This was life in his hands.
“I’m not going back” he shook his head quickly at Arthur’s suggestion. “I’m sorry – I just…all those people back in Camelot are relying on us to bring them this one person. If we fail then I don’t know what to do”
Dying seemed like the only option – but all the while he found himself thinking of a plan b in case they couldn’t find Balinor. The only thing he’d achieved so far on this mission was kicking a tree and yelling at Arthur. Not that either of those were achievements. Merlin straightened himself up and advanced towards his horse that was patiently waiting alongside Arthur’s. He had to get a grip and focus on Camelot and Arthur, and if the word ‘destiny’ screamed at him one more time he was sure that he would go mad. Destiny or not – Merlin knew all they could do was try.
“I’ll focus- I’m sorry, I really don’t know what came over me” he mumbled. He knew. Arthur most likely thought it was just him thinking that there wasn’t any option left. But it was more than that. This was family. Not just Balinor – his father – but his family in Camelot. Gwen, Gauis – even Uther! And Merlin had never even had that thought cross his mind before until now when everything truly mattered. But they were. They were all family to him, even if they did not wish to be.
“Come on, we’re wasting time just standing here – let’s get going…” he paused, “I mean, let’s get going when you’re ready, sire”
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Post by em on Oct 1, 2011 4:59:35 GMT -5
Had Brynn known of his magic, Merlin would’ve gladly turned Martin into dinner – but as circumstances went, he was in no position to do so. Thankfully with Brynn’s help – Martin backed off and with a hiss of annoyance, went back to join his followers who all looked incredibly shifty to Merlin.
Merlin gathered up his basket of Gauis’s disgusting ingredients’, being careful to watch Martin in case he took a snap at him again, and stood up, meeting Brynn’s eye. “That’s ok” He scratched the back of his neck and readjusted his scarf, which had swivelled round in all the commotion, “everyone is out to get me anyway, so the fact that your geese hate me too is no surprise” he grinned.
Had Morgana had a large army of killer geese then she would’ve unleashed them on him at first sight – unfortunately Merlin had decided that killer geese were probably more of a scare to him than an actual army of people. They would eat him alive whereas people (soulless or not) would probably wound him with a sword. He’d already weighed up the options in his mind and had decided that he shouldn’t mention geese around his enemies, and he was quite sure that he would face Morgana at some point again.
“So… how are things – I haven’t seen you around for a while” he asked casually and placed the basket so that it hung from the crook of his arm and trying to regain some breath.
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Post by em on Sept 28, 2011 13:55:35 GMT -5
As expected – Merlin was never fond of Brynn’s geese anyway – the creatures were suddenly marching towards him at an even quicker pace than he thought. Brynn seemed to be shouting at them but by now one in particular (he was sure he’ heard her call for ‘martin’, a funny name for an animal – or beast in his eyes) was now heading towards him making quite racket and looking to have Merlin’s legs for dinner.
Of course Merlin ran, trying to take a different direction from where Mad Martin was coming from, but leading the angry goose back to Brynn. How on earth was this animal so fast?! He was practically nipping at Merlin’s legs. And it hurt!
“OW! OW!” he yelped as the goose continued its nipping spree at his legs. “BRYNN!” he called, “ow! Can you at least OW!!!!” Merlin soon found that Martin also had backup in the form of another of his goosey friends.
Ok – he was never going to go near a goose again, especially if it was with Brynn. If Arthur was to see him now then he’d tell Merlin to stop being such an idiot and the geese would leave him alone, then again Merlin was thinking that perhaps if he offered Arthur to Martin in exchange for keeping his feet intact, then the King wouldn’t find it as funny.
Merlin headed in Brynn’s direction again, hoping that the geese would soon go to her instead of him. He wasn’t dinner! And he was sure that he wouldn’t taste good either. According to Martin he must’ve, because the animal wouldn’t leave him alone. “Can you at least help me here??!” he pleaded as he saw Brynn watching.
He was met with another nip from Martin. “OW!”
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Post by em on Sept 28, 2011 12:11:10 GMT -5
The fact that Gauis had sent him off to search for some kind of root for something to do with stomach contents didn’t really put Merlin in a good mood. He’d spent all afternoon trying to find this root thing – which he was sure didn’t exist and Gauis had probably sent him off to just get him out from ‘under his feet’.
After becoming bored of wild mushrooms and pond weed, Merlin decided to head home – had he known he’d be made to trawl the hillsides for partially dead plants then he would’ve stayed back at the castle and washed Arthur’s socks, and boy did those socks need a good wash!
Merlin wandered for a while – taking full advantage of the nice weather, the only time he managed to get outside was either when he was polishing armour outside whilst Arthur and the other Knights were throwing each other to the ground (ouch), or when he was looking for – oh yes – roots and herbs for Gauis. Especially now, he was run off of his feet - helping Gauis, helping Arthur, helping himself and Camelot. At least his days flew by without any fuss and Merlin was grateful that Camelot was still standing.
He could see up ahead a silhouette of someone – why would anyone be out here alone? Unless Gauis had sent them looking for herbs also. As he ventured nearer he soon recognised who it was.
“Brynn!” he called and quickened his pace towards her. Of course it was brynn, and of course wherever Brynn was – her geese would follow. Oh dear.
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Post by em on Sept 23, 2011 15:36:22 GMT -5
Arthur was telling him to go back to Camelot. Merlin didn’t know what to think right now, his mind was a mixture of emotions and his head was throbbing painfully. Merlin put a hand to his forehead to check that he wasn’t burning up. A thousand images were running through his mind now. The dragon attack, Camelot burning, Arthur and everyone he knew dead. And to finish it all, he was the only person still standing around those who were lying motionless. The thought sickened him – his words earlier made him feel just as worse.
Merlin didn’t know what to choose. To go on with Arthur on what could potentially be a wasted journey, should his father actually turn out to be dead. Or go back to Camelot to just fight the battle that he couldn’t win. Merlin knew he wasn’t indestructible, but he also knew that many like him had died without having a chance to plead their cases. With him still on the earth, he could at least change Camelot for the better. It was like the dragon said – and the only thing that truly had made sense to him, even now it seemed to become clearer – he was one side of the coin.
“You’re too weak to go alone” Merlin told him, “with a wound that is giving you more trouble than it’s worth, it’s easy to see that you’re in pain, and don’t deny it Arthur.” He’d seen the prince wince the odd few times whilst they had been riding, and it didn’t look good from where Merlin was sitting.
He allowed some silence to come between them for a few moments, before breaking it and apologising for his actions. “I’m sorry”.
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Post by em on Sept 23, 2011 15:16:59 GMT -5
Merlin followed Gwen and Arthur, a little curious as to why he was leading them away from the village. Obviously this was a very private discussion. He could sense it, as Arthur had a look on his face that Merlin had come to recognise as that of a serious one.
Finally they came to a stop and he listened as Arthur explained to them both about what he wanted to achieve.
Merlin had never picked up a sword in his life, except to pass it to Arthur to use, and for cleaning. That was just as much contact as he’d come into with a weapon, however it seemed they needed all the help they could get, and Arthur wanted them to be part of that. Merlin was prepared for anything that could be thrown at him right now. This was his village and his whole life as he knew it at stake. And if they were to go down, then he would do so, with them.
He looked to Gwen and then back at Arthur. “Ealdor is my home” his eyes darted to Arthur’s, “I’ve grown up with these people. I can’t lose them all now” he didn’t like the idea of his mother fighting against Kanen’s men, but she was strong and Merlin knew that she wouldn’t back down.
“I should warn you, you might lose a thumb or a hand when you give me a sword though” he grinned at Arthur.
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Post by em on Sept 23, 2011 14:58:21 GMT -5
Merlin looked up from where he was now slouched against the tree, Arthur still on his horse and looking very astonished at his sudden outburst. This was the first time in ages that Merlin felt as though he was fighting a battle that he couldn’t win. All he wanted was to just be rid of it all – his destiny, his troubles. Why on earth had he even thought that going with Arthur to search for his father was a good idea? He could feel a few tears pricking at the back of his eyes. Merlin didn’t want Arthur to see him in such a state, but then again at the same time he neither worried nor cared about what his friend thought. Why was it always him who had to put things right? Why was it always him who had to dig himself out of the loopholes that he’d dug? Oh wait, because he was too soft and always thought that going with his heart was a good idea!
Arthur finally spoke. Merlin wondered what he could possibly say after he’d just seen his servant have a mental breakdown and take it out on a tree. His words rang clear – merlin looked up at him blankly. “You saw it yourself – nothing is going to bring that dragon down, dragon lord or not – we don’t even know if he’s still alive, and if he isn’t? Then what? “He picked himself up and paced. If Merlin hadn’t have been able to make the dragon see sense then would a dragon lord? Especially one who had not been in Camelot for over 20 years. It was then Merlin remembered that this man was his father, and obviously had an ability, one for a purpose just like him. Except he’d used it and had then been banished for doing so.
Merlin had contemplated many times as to what Arthur would think, should he ever find out about his magic. For one he would never be welcome in Camelot again, and every door would close to him. The dragon had said that he and Arthur would unite Albion. But at what cost?
“I’m tired Arthur, tired of everything and everyone. You can call me a wimp, weak – whatever…I don’t care, but I’m done. In all honesty I think it would be a blessing in disguise if I were killed by the dragon, and I mean that” he looked at Arthur seriously.
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Post by em on Sept 23, 2011 14:39:32 GMT -5
Yes, the comment was most likely an odd one to Caitrin’s ears, but Merlin really wasn’t worried about that. Most of the visitors to Camelot thought he was weird and he’d grown used to being thrown in the stocks for all the wrong reasons. He’d defiantly end up in them if Caitrin told Arthur that he was wearing her jewellery.
He was curious as to why she was annoyed at her family, but chose not to question this, as he’d end up saying or doing something incredibly stupid. “ah…right…” he replied a little awkwardly, still a little unsure on what to say in a situation like this. “Your uncle lives in Camelot then?” he asked. Surely that wouldn’t hurt. Had he even met her uncle? If he was a friend of Uther’s then he might vaguely recognise him. Then again – many people who came in and out of Camelot were either out to get him or Arthur in some shape or form.
“It wouldn’t surprise me – the only reason why he keeps me around is to wash his socks and entertain him” Merlin grinned, “anyway, Arthur has seen worse.” Morgana’s dress incident came flooding back into merlin’s mind.
His eyes fell on Caitrin again, as a small knowing smirk ran across his lips, only replying, “Every single day” as his answer.
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Post by em on Sept 22, 2011 15:36:03 GMT -5
Inside Merlin’s head he was screaming. He was stuck in a woman’s room with a lunatic who was insisting that he try on her clothes! He shouldn’t have let curiosity get the better of him and mentally kicked himself for not listening to his conscience at the crucial moments. He wouldn’t be doing anything like this again that was for sure!! “I’ll tell him” he nodded, “and if you have any more headaches, just go to him or come and find me – I’m usually around somewhere” . Yes, when he wasn’t off killing griffins, fighting witches and talking to dragons.
Oh great the conversation was now on headgear again. He just shook his head, “Really, I was just curious, that’s all” he told her – not wanting her to attack with more dresses and jewellery. He fiddled with his scarf and readjusted it a few times. Who knows what she would do next. She certainly wasn’t letting him go anytime soon, that was for sure. “You have Lotsof them” this came out slightly strained as he realised he’d now said the wrong thing, and she’d think he was interested when really he wasn’t in the slightest! “So…” he decided to change the subject, “How long do you plan to stay?” he asked.
“No!” he quickly moved forward but then restrained himself, “I mean, no…we don’t really need to tell him” he said calmly, “I mean, Arthur’s not really into dressing up” the casual shrug of his shoulders told him that he was slowly getting this under control, “he likes armour though, and he wears that a lot!”
Great he was rambling now and couldn’t stop. “I keep that armour nice and shiny – and dent free – unless he’s fighting then in which case I can’t.” SHUT UP MERLIN!! He thought to himself. “So yeah….dent free….the shiiiinearmour…” he kind of trailed off the last sentence in some lazy drunken sounding slur, as he realised he sounded ridiculous!
Merlin knew that he would never enter another noblewoman’s room again.
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Post by em on Sept 22, 2011 15:17:12 GMT -5
Merlin really wasn’t one for chatting about girls. He’d hardly any experience of them (well with the exception of Freya and that was it) and suddenly realised that he spent more time with Arthur than he had with a girl! Of course in contrast to Gwaine, he was relatively inexperienced and unprepared should anyone happen to come along in the near future. He didn’t mind though, girls were the last thing on his mind right now.
“I really shouldn’t” he said regretfully, “Gauis doesn’t usually like it when I drink too much and is bound to give me some of that awful remedy of his that tastes like sour milk!” he made a face at the thought of having another concoction shoved down his throat as a ‘hangover cure’.
On seeing Gwaine’s face, Merlin knew that he’d had rarely an opportunity to sit and talk with his friend since he’d been knighted. Work for them both was hard these days and the only people Merlin mainly saw were Arthur, Gwen and Gauis.
“but I guess I could stay for just one more” he said knowingly and sat down again.
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Post by em on Sept 19, 2011 14:08:38 GMT -5
Merlin finished his drink fairly quickly – and was surprised to find that he wasn’t already dancing on a table or lying on the floor. That would prove Gauis’ theory of him being a total lightweight wrong.
He sat back and observed Gwaine for a moment. He was defiantly relishing in the life of Knighthood and it suited him. Arthur had made a good choice in knighting Percival, Lancelot, Elyan and Gwaine.
His friend was now turning his attention back to the woman that Merlin had pointed out earlier. “Naturally I know her name, its Ardith, she comes in here quite a lot apparently.”
“Of course” Merlin said with a hint of ‘obvious’ in his tone. “And let me guess – she enjoys sunsets, flowers and long walks in the forest” he smirked. Gwaine would have every woman in Camelot follow him if he could – he was like the Pied Piper.
Merlin shifted in his seat, “I should probably get back – otherwise Gauis wont be pleased if he finds out that I still haven’t cleaned the leech tank” he made a face.
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Post by em on Sept 14, 2011 16:04:55 GMT -5
Merlin chuckled as Gwaine was running through names of possible candidates that had managed to give him the massive injury. “Lucan may not look like the kind of person to pull that off – but he’s actually capable of doing so, so I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he gave you that as a ‘welcome’ present” Merlin smirked to Gwaine. Every Knight had their own area of strength, even if they didn’t look as though they had. Merlin had found this out by playing ‘dummy’ when the ones used from training had been broken and not replaced. Even though he’d been put into armour that was waaaaaaay too big for him, he remembered that the ringing in his ears hadn’t stopped for days after that.
Gwaine started to make his excuses of just liking ale and that the other Knights were killjoys. Merlin looked into his own drink and smiled. He enjoyed the banter they all came out with during training, just to wind one another up easily. “Well I know what I’d rather be doing after a long day of beating the seven bells out of my friends.” His eyes flickered up to Gwaine’s with a look of cheekiness in them.
Merlin yawned slightly after finishing his drink – the wryness of the day was only just kicking in and yet he still had to go back and clean the wretched leech tank that had been sitting looking all slimy and horrible in the corner for days. Gauis was once again moaning and Merlin had promised that he’d do it that evening…with a little help of course. “I really have no idea how you are still just sitting there looking bright eyed and flirting with any woman in here tonight”
Merlin looked around and spotted one standing at the bar talking to the landlord. “Like her” he said, picking the woman as an example, “I bet that you have at least got her name by now”. He knew Gwaine inside out – and it was obvious that his friend had been at the inn for some time before Merlin had actually arrived.
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Post by em on Sept 11, 2011 13:58:36 GMT -5
Merlin knew all too well what weapons were out in force that afternoon. Arthur had tossed a few his way, expecting Merlin to catch them. No matter how good his reflexes were, Merlin wasn’t about to catch a sword with his hands. He usually watched from the sidelines whilst polishing, arranging and procrastinating. “Ouch” he hissed as Gwaine showed him the bruise to the arm, most likely given by Sir Leon or Sir Percival, as they had been the two to swing for Gwaine a few times. “Who gave you that one? I know Arthur’s capable of bruising but to that extent?” he smirked.
Sitting across from Gwaine with his drink, his friend told him that they were not seasoned drinkers. Merlin knew all too well of Gwaine’s tavern manner, having been involved in at least two brawls with him. Yet it was those that had made them become friends, so he guessed that he had to be grateful somehow. “None of them are as addicted as you” he smirked, having never seen Leon or anyone else involved in a tavern brawl. Then again they were Knights and they stuck to a code, which Merlin had tried to bend once or twice.
“Arthur still got you running round after him at this hour?”
“Err no” Merlin took another gulp of ale, “Gauis actually – I had to run a few errands for him, the landlord has backache and so I’ve basically just been making deliveries all evening.” He waggled his eyebrows, “No rest for the wicked, especially when Arthur is in one of his moods and is yelling for me to scrub the floors again because I missed a spot”
Merlin sat back and folded his arms into his chest, “but I suppose at the end of the day it’s worth it”.
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Post by em on Sept 9, 2011 13:48:54 GMT -5
Ok, this was seriously scaring him now. Lady Caitrin seemed to want to play dress up with him rather than letting him go. He’d rather have Arthur throw various objects at him than be made to try on a dress. “I wasn’t dressing up – I was just feeling how uncomfortable it was – or at least how it looked” he replied a little anxious as to how she’d take that.
No. No he didn’t want to try on anything else, he wanted to wash some socks, muck out some stables and get yelled at – and that sounded far better than this, even when it really wasn’t. He watched as she crossed over to the dressed and produced another sparkly item from her drawer.
With a new circlet now pushed into his hands, he merely looked down and stared at it. “Err...I’ll pass – but thanks anyway” he put it down on the dresser; “I really don’t want to feel your jewellery” he stressed to her and shifted uncomfortably. Why on earth did he have to be so inquisitive??!!
She was going to tell Arthur where he’d been? Oh no – that would be the worst thing that Lady Caitrin could possibly do. “Or I could tell Arthur myself and spend that ten minutes changing his sheets?” he asked hopefully, and to miss out the details on the dressing up session Lady Caitrin had demanded with his manservant.
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Post by em on Sept 9, 2011 13:26:09 GMT -5
Gwaine appeared not to recognise him at first, and this wasn’t surprising considering that he almost looked as though he was about to fall off of his chair. “Unfortunately yes” Merlin agreed and gave his friend a grin. Obviously he was taking advantage of his newfound knighthood. He’d earnt it – they all had, but it wasn’t about to change Gwaine and his love of taverns. “Shouldn’t you be off doing knightish things like being arrogant and hitting people with maces?”
Gwaine of course didn’t seem to register this as he was now ordering Merlin to get himself ale and sit down with him. Merlin sat down at the table and pushed the coins that Gwaine had shoved towards him, back to their owner. He and ale didn’t exactly mix and Gauis always said that one whiff of a barmaid apron had him singing like a sailor.
Another thing that puzzled Merlin was why Gwaine was actually drinking alone – with the exception of himself interrupting- usually the knight would be seen with the others rather than by himself these days. Merlin had hardly the time to catch up with him as he was now run off of his feet with even more duties for Arthur, so just staying to chat (or in Gwaine’s case, talk nonsense) wouldn’t hurt.
“Alright, I’ll stay – ONE drink” he gestured with his finger and got up to go and get himself something less stronger than Gwaine was having.
After returning with both drinks, he settled himself down opposite Gwaine and smirked. “The others couldn’t handle drinking after a hard days training then?”
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