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Post by em on Sept 6, 2011 12:56:36 GMT -5
“It’s a long story” Merlin replied, coming in and sitting down on the chair next to the bed.
He took her hand in his and squeezed it, “Everything’s alright – I promise you,” he told her.
Seeing her just lying there, Merlin felt the guilt start to come to him properly. All because of him – he’d almost lost her and Arthur because of his stupid bargains. “Im sorry…” he bit his lip, trying to hold back a few tears that he could feel pricking at the back of his eyes. “I try to help and yet I always make it worse. It’s my fault you’re here now”. He told her.
He paused before carrying on. “I always think im doing what’s best…for you, for me…for Arthur – but it isn’t. I always end up doing it wrong and people like you get hurt.” He admitted to her, “I almost lost Gauis back there too…” his voice had become so small that he could hardly even hear himself.
Merlin stroked the top of her hand. No matter how much relief he’d had earlier at the fact that he’d defeated Nimueh – only now was he realising that the choices he made were either going to hurt those close to him, or backfire very quickly.
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Post by em on Sept 5, 2011 13:14:52 GMT -5
Merlin was once again on a last moment errand for Gauis. The landlord of The Rising Sun had some kind of back ache (yet Merlin hadn’t actually seen the man do anything other than stand and watch as the townspeople drinking) and was in need of some kind of relief. Of course being an assistant, it was only obvious that Merlin should have to take the remedy to him.
Making his way into the Inn, Merlin found that at this time, business was starting to pick up at this time of the evening, when the people had usually finished their work for the day and were in need of relaxing. Sometimes the Knights would come down for a drink or two, should their duties have finished. Merlin had watched the training that afternoon, winced a few times as some ended up on their backs or face down. He certainly wouldn’t want to be in that position where his opponent was coming right at him brandishing a mace.
Then again, Merlin had faced far worse, so a mace would be pretty easy in all fairness.
Merlin found the landlord and gave him the remedy that Gauis had given him, telling him how much to take a when. Turning to head back out and finally to his bed, Merlin noticed a familiar someone in the corner. The corners of his lips twitched, almost wanting to smile, but at the same time wanting to give the person a lecture. He walked over and pulled up a chair across the table where his friend sat, looking very chipper.
“And here was me thinking that you’d given up on barmaids and ales, Sir Gwaine” he smirked.
Of course he hadn’t thought that. Gwaine without a drink was like Arthur without his ignorance.
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Post by em on Sept 3, 2011 7:09:17 GMT -5
Merlin smiled, “Great – so I can expect lots of objects thrown my way, when I decide to show my face again”.
If Arthur was annoyed then obviously he would take it out on him. Starting with a jug and closely followed by a shoe, some pillows and a bowl of water over the head. Speaking of which – Merlin knew he needed to check on his mother soon, just to check that she was ok and recovering well. He knew that she was but after all that had happened, he especially wanted to make sure that she was one hundred percent fit and well.
“I know this is probably the worst time to be saying this, but ive enjoyed talking with you,” he suddenly said.
Merlin realised that apart from Gauis, he couldn’t really confide deeply to anyone else. Gwen he could for advice and sometimes if he was desperate, then he’d go to Arthur. “I know we never really have anything to say to each other but…well I guess given the circumstances, I kind of needed someone to talk to these past few days.”
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Post by em on Sept 1, 2011 12:11:35 GMT -5
Merlin got to work on Morgana’s draught. If she hadn’t been there, he’d be half tempted to use magic just to speed things along a little – he was unsure as to whether any kind of spell could prevent a seer from having visions in her sleep. He made a mental note to look it up in his magic book later, and to ask Gauis. Then again that would be stupid, as he’d just tell Merlin not to get involved incase anything went wrong – which it usually did.
“It’s not a problem,” he told her as he collected the items he needed, “I know this inside out – I watch Gauis a lot”. When he had the time. Arthur took up most of Merlin’s time these days – what it the whole destiny thing and preventing the Prince from dying. It seemed as though everyone and everything was out to kill him lately.
“He seems to be recovering well," Morgana was now talking about visiting Arthur. Merlin hadn’t actually gone to see the prince since getting back, planning to visit that evening. He’d given Arthur some heartfelt speech before he left – figuring that he wouldn’t exactly be coming back, but since circumstances had worked out for the best, he felt a little awkward going to see him now.
He looked up and smiled warmly. “Im glad to hear that – he’s probably bored out of his mind”.
"Have you seen Arthur since your return?"
Merlin looked back down and worked on crushing the ingredients in a bowl. “Oh…err, no” he replied, “I was planning on going to see him either tonight or tomorrow – there’s a few jobs I need to do…”
Mixing the ingredients together and then heating them over a flame, Merlin held up the bottle to the light and studied it’s contents. He was sure that was the correct way of making it.
He poured the liquid into a vial and sealed it. “There we go, hopefully that should help a little – if it doesn’t then just come back and I’ll see if I can make anything stronger, but then again if Gauis is here then you may as well tell him ive messed up again”. He laughed at himself half-heartedly. He seemed to mess everything up these days.
“Arthur isn’t annoyed that I haven’t been to see him is he?” he asked, a little curious as to whether the Prince was going to be in a foul mood or not.
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Post by em on Sept 1, 2011 11:58:29 GMT -5
Merlin really couldn’t dig himself out of the massive hole that he was now sinking into. Caitrin wasn’t going to believe a word he said either. “Well it just looked…well, like it would dig into your head” he held up the circlet and pointed to the leaves. It really did look like some kind of torture instrument. “And I…well, I just wanted to see if I was right”. He shrugged this statement off as though it were no big deal.
She wasn’t going to let him leave. Great. Merlin was sure that Caitrin was enjoying this, and that she’d run and tell Arthur everything. Then he’d be in hell for the rest of his life where the Prince wouldn’t let him forget the whole thing. Still, comments were made about the time he was caught with a dress. Merlin had tried to convince Arthur that he wasn’t some cross dresser in his spare time, or had a dress fetish – it wasn’t really worth it though, as he was just wasting his breath.
Merlin was a little surprised at her comment on trying on some more jewellery. “Err… dressing up really isn’t my thing” he told her, “and I have a lot of socks to wash…really smelly ones if that’s any consolation”.
Arthur’s socks were dreadful, not that dreadful but bad enough for him to want to get them all washed. “And Arthur wouldn’t like it if I didn’t finish all of my jobs today”.
He’d most likely receive flying bowls to the head if he didn’t muck out the stables or polish the beloved armour. “Arthur’s armour is his pride and joy – if he finds one little dent or mark then he won’t be happy, and I wouldn’t want to deprive him of shiny armour.”
There was a lingering and uncomfortable silence. Had it been between him and Arthur then Merlin would’ve insulted him at this time. “So…can I go now?” he asked hopefully.
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Post by em on Aug 28, 2011 9:29:00 GMT -5
He felt like such an idiot now. His cheeks reddened slightly when she made it clear that she’d seen him. “I…err…was, trying it on?” he admitted, “it looked a bit painful to wear”. At least she was seeing some funny side to it; he just looked sheepishly at her now – unable to say anything without making it sound even dodgier than it already was.
Oh well, at least she’d put down the knife. Merlin bit his lip and looked at the floor. Awkward? Err, yes it really was. He looked up at little when she introduced herself and smiled. “Pleased to meet you – err…. my lady”.
Great. Now she was going to go and tell Arthur about what she’d seen – then he wouldn’t hear the end of it.
Merlin groaned inwardly and nodded at her question. “Well” he started, “when I say prat…” he trailed off, not knowing what else to say. “Sooo – this is your jewellery eh?” he changed the subject then mentally kicked himself again. He threw his hands up in defence “honestly, I don’t do this all the time – going into lady’s rooms and trying on their jewellery, I was just curious because it looked so…so…pointy.”
Merlin’s eyes then went back to stare at the floor again. There was no way that he could get out of this one easily. His last statement hadn’t sounded too convincing either. “Anyway!” he quickly gestured to the door, “got to get going!” she was blocking the exit still so now hopefully she’d let him break free.
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Post by em on Aug 21, 2011 11:17:15 GMT -5
“Who on earth are you?”
“Ah!!!” He quickly jumped and spun round. How long had she been there anyway? Long enough to see that he was wearing her jewellery anyway! Uh oh. She looked angry too.
“Hang on, are you wearing my circlet?” Oops, he’d forgotten that her headgear was still on his head.
Merlin quickly whipped it off and hid it behind his back. “No…” he shook his head and looked innocent.
This was almost as embarrassing as the time that Gwen and Arthur both caught him on different occasions with a dress of Morgana’s that he’d taken for Freya. If this happened anymore he’d gain a reputation for all the wrong reasons around Camelot. “Im Merlin” he introduced himself, “im Arthur’s servant – Gauis sent me to give you your tonic…” he quickly put the circlet back on the dresser, “which…is…here!” he retrieved the bottle that he’d been given earlier.
“Well it was nice meeting you my lady, I guess I’ll be on my way” he quickly put the bottle down and walked towards the door. “Things to do, prats to serve!” he laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck.
He needed to get out of here and fast before he was quizzed anymore as to why he was wearing women’s jewellery. If this got back to Arthur then he’d never hear the end of it.
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Post by em on Aug 21, 2011 10:33:05 GMT -5
Another Wednesday that was just like the rest. Get up, run down the corridors whilst getting dressed on realisation that he was late, fling open windows and tell Arthur to rise and shine, get bossed around and have things thrown at his head, go back to Gauis, get bossed around some more, be sent out for herbs, then back to the castle to run more errands. It was like a vicious circle.
On this particular day Gauis had instructed Merlin to deliver a headache remedy to one of the visiting nobles in the castle. He’d also warned Merlin not to further the lady’s headache. As if he would? Merlin had better things to do like read his magic book and wash socks.
Merlin had never heard of Lady Caitrin de Archer. Then again any visitor to the castle was new to him (and some of them very strange for all the wrong reasons indeed – as he’d found out numerous amounts of time). He headed in the direction of the guest chambers – coming to a stop outside the door that Gauis had given him direction too.
KNOCK KNOCK
“Lady Caitrin?” Merlin called
No reply.
He opened the door and peeked round. The room was empty with the only life being that of the flame of the torch on the wall that was slowly dying out. “Lady Caitrin?” Merlin called again, “I’ve brought you your tonic?”
She wasn’t there.
Merlin set the tonic down on the dresser and looked at the numerous items of jewellery that were laid out neatly. One box in particular caught his eye. Merlin opened its latch – inside revealing a pretty circlet that he took out and studied. Whoever this Caitrin was she certainly wasn’t short of them, because there were another two at the end of the dresser.
Merlin turned the circlet over in his hands. It looked like it could cause a headache itself. With its pointy leaves and vine-like features. He put it on his head to see whether this theory happened to be correct and looked in the mirror.
Wow! If he were a girl he’d be a pretty good looking one! Perhaps he could give Arthur one of these as a birthday present, should another neck scarf be thrown back at him (like it had been in the past – Merlin thought that Arthur would look VERY manly in it, but of course it wasn’t to be).
He hummed a little tune to himself as he looked in the mirror again. He could be a prince! But with a manlier circlet – Merlin didn’t do leaves or flowers, unless he was bribing Gwen to do something for him.
Straightening himself out, he gave his refection a regal look. “Prince Merlin of Ealdor” he told it, “Sir Merlin of Camelot” he said, making his voice go a little deeper. Hmmm not bad. Perhaps this whole nobility thing wasn’t that hard to do, and if for some reason being Arthur’s servant didn’t work out – then he could always pass for one.
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Post by em on Aug 21, 2011 9:42:40 GMT -5
Merlin felt a warm glow inside of him as Morgana called him a true friend. It felt good and at least he was doing something good by putting her mind at ease. Yes, she had a right to know of her magic abilities but it was threatening to tell her – damaging for them both. It was also a shame that he couldn’t tell her of his own powers – something to allow them to connect.
Merlin bit his lip before he stood up and instead, perching himself on the edge of Gauis’ work bench. Folding his arms and staring at the floor in front of him. there was nothing else that he could really say that could make Morgana feel any better – and he was known for his foot in mouth disease when it came to saying the wrong thing.
“Sooooooo…” he began, “Did you need to see Gauis for anything else? You know, more sleeping draft or something?” not that it would help her now. “I could make it if you want?” He’d practically learnt how to from Gauis. Merlin thought he would make quite a good physician had he not been grated the most ‘gratifying’ position of being Arthur’s servant.
Speaking of Arthur, had Morgana been to see him since Merlin had dragged her back into the castle after her little wobbly moment in the courtyard?
“Have you visited Arthur?” he asked quietly, knowing that the conversation might possibly end up going back to her dreams.
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Post by em on Aug 20, 2011 6:37:57 GMT -5
"I don’t want to force any of this burden onto you or Gaius, Merlin,"
Merlin felt sorry for Morgana. She was so confused as to what was going on – just as he had been when he couldn’t explain his powers. Yes it was a gift and burden rolled into one. Sometimes you won and sometimes you lost. Merlin felt he had defiantly won with using his magic for a purpose – whereas Morgana couldn’t find any way of controlling hers. “It’s anything but that,” Merlin told her, “I promise I won’t tell anyone – not even if Arthur keeps walloping me around the head until I pass out”. There was no way he’d tell Arthur about this. Gauis had already made it clear that the situation was dangerous enough.
He saw the fear flash through her eyes like a lightening bolt. She had every reason to be terrified after the things she’d seen. Even on his arrival in Camelot he’d watched a man executed for his crimes. Merlin leant forward on his chair, hands clasped together and looked at Morgana.
“I know you’re scared, I can see it” he told her, “but don’t be – the dreams will probably just go away” he clicked his fingers. Time to lie and try and make Morgana see that the dreams would fade – when they would never do so.
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Post by em on Aug 16, 2011 13:57:03 GMT -5
He’d killed her. It was amazing what a thunderbolt and a bit of rain could do when coming up against the enemy. Nimueh had thought she’d killed him when she sent the ball of fire tumbling into his chest, but he’d come back stronger – for Gauis and for his mother.
He’d managed to help Gauis back from the Isle of the Blessed, thankfully he’d put the old man on his horse, so as to regain his strength whilst Merlin himself walked and led the horse and Gauis back to Camelot. He messed up everything but thankfully he’d righted all his wrongs. He knew that he should have listened and not bargained, but there always had to be a loophole to these things didn’t there? Merlin had found that out the hard way.
On their arrival back in Camelot, Merlin helped Gauis up to the physician’s quarters. He had to know how his mother was; hopefully she would be recovering by now. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her – not for anything, and he made a mental note to himself not to bargain again, unless he knew the true price that he was paying.
Settling Gauis down, Merlin then ventured up to his room where his mother had been put and peered around the door – he didn’t want to wake her if she was sleeping. Upon seeing her, Merlin noticed that she looked much better than before he’d left (which was obvious considering she had been incredibly ill and Nimueh’s life had compensated for Gauis’).
“Mother?” he murmured and shot her a small grin. Thank goodness she was ok!
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Post by em on Aug 7, 2011 15:19:20 GMT -5
Herbs. Merlin was up to his eyeballs in herbs. As if Gauis didn’t have enough as it was, he was once again kicked out to find even more, and that involved a lot of thinking and looking.
He’d been out for ages, looking, searching high and low for the right herbs in the right places – it was a wonder that he hadn’t become an expert himself after the day that he’d had – and when he got back he had a ton of chores to do for Arthur before the day was even through. Merlin was pretty sure he’d once again be working late into the evening.
Deciding to take a well-earned break from herb hunting, he sat himself down in the shade of a tree and leant back against it. Now this was what he hadn’t had time to do. He’d been so run off of his feet lately that rest was rare, especially with current situations. He’d been tending to Arthur more so now that he was practically the King, and serving a King was a lot more tiring than a Prince.
Merlin closed his eyes. Perhaps he could just stay here until the afternoon, and then tell Gauis that the herbs had been harder to find than ever. Of course the physician wouldn’t believe him, he always moaned at Merlin for sitting down on the job, to which Merlin would then rant about destiny and leech tanks. Of course Gauis was beginning to understand him a little more, but Merlin knew that no one would ever fully understand him.
He rubbed his forehead and ran his hands down his face. Yes. Perhaps he’d stay here for a little while – if Arthur needed him to do any chores that badly then he’d send someone to look for him.
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Timeline: Just after S3
Setting: Woods, early morning
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Post by em on Aug 7, 2011 4:42:57 GMT -5
Merlin grinned at Gwen’s comment about him talking back to Arthur. “Come on Gwen, you saw what happened when I first met him – I guess I just wanted to get it into his thick head that he couldn’t treat people like that – he’s grown to accept what I say to him now, on a good day I get things thrown at my head, but the rest of the time he seems to listen and then argue back”
Ah. That was a question. What on earth was she going to do with Arthur for three days. For Merlin it would be three days of rest with a dose of Arthur dabbling on the sidelines, but for Gwen she seemed to think it would be hell. “Oh I wouldn’t worry, he won’t be here for most of the time, what with the tournament and all”. He could see the look on Gwen’s face changing ever so slightly.
“Talk” he finally said, “Just…talk to him – he wants to be treated just like any other person, which is why he came up with this stupid idea in the first place. I know you’ll find something to say or discuss – you’re good with making people feel at ease” he smiled. He remembered when she’d first introduced herself, his first and only friend in Camelot at the time. He was currently in the stocks and having his adoring fan base throwing vegetables at him. She’d said that everyone thought he was a hero. Merlin knew that from the moment Gwen had introduced herself, she would become one of his closest and dearest friends.
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Post by em on Aug 7, 2011 4:30:19 GMT -5
Arthur had headed out of the cave faster than Merlin had ever known the Prince’s legs to carry him. He had to keep a close eye on him, not only were Morgana’s men out there but Arthur wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind, nor did they have that many weapons for both hunting and defence. It was like Arthur had a death wish or something.
"At least you won't have to worry about tending to my armor anytime soon," Arthur, ever the optimist, was now mentioning. Merlin stopped, watching the Prince walk on ahead in front of him.
“You don’t think we have a chance do you?”
He knew that Arthur was thinking that they had a chance as slim as Merlin being crowned a king, than managing to beat Morgana’s army. Merlin himself knew that they were all hanging on by a thread, but there had to be a way to stop them. “Just say it” he carried on, “You might as well”.
Silence.
Merlin caught up with Arthur. “Im not going to let you die today” he told him sternly, “Im not going to let Morgana destroy your Camelot”. Over his dead body! Merlin didn’t care if he died whilst the others lived, as long as he knew that he’d tried and with any hope succeeded. “There are people back there – people who need our help – Gwen, Lucan, the King – they all need us, so we need to start thinking positive, even if the chances don’t look like that at all”.
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Post by em on Aug 6, 2011 8:11:59 GMT -5
Push his feelings aside? That was all well and good for Arthur to say. He didn’t show hardly any emotion at all – any kind of upset and torment would deem him weak and of course a Prince couldn’t be seen as that. Merlin however didn’t give a flying faddoodle about whether Arthur could read into him or not. As far as he was concerned the combination of a pilgrimage to meet his father who was the only man alive to tame the dragon that was slaughtering most of Camelot was very high up on the feelings and emotions scale.
“How can I focus when people are dying!”? Merlin snapped. He didn’t bother looking over his shoulder to see Arthur’s reaction. This was all his doing. It was his fault. If he hadn’t had been tricked by the dragon then he’d be sat back in Camelot, testing out one of Gauis’ disgusting remedies and washing Arthur’s socks. But no. This was his punishment. The least Arthur could do was just let him get on with it and think of what could happen should the worst be that they couldn’t trace Balinor.
Something snapped inside him. He was angry. Angry with himself for being so gullible. Angry that information had been kept from him. Angry that the blood of every dead citizen in Camelot was practically dripping from his hands. He stopped his horse, dismounted and tore off his scarf, stamping it into the ground, kicking it. What use was it? Nothing – just like him, destiny or not. Was the dragon even telling the truth about that part? Probably not.
With that he walked over to a tree and kicked it, his hands clenched in anger and frustration that were seeping into his mind and wanting to be free. With one swift movement his fists connected with the tree – hands then running through his hair before he leant back against the trunk and slid down it. His face didn’t even show any sign of expression. He felt drained.
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Post by em on Aug 6, 2011 7:52:59 GMT -5
Merlin couldnât be sure of what Gwen thought of the whole situation. In his opinion his friend would most likely tell Arthur to go through with it. Merlin however was the exact opposite. He would even stop this wedding himself if it meant saving Arthur from a messed up fate and an unhappy life. There was also the fact that he would never hear the end of it everyday should Arthur marry Elena. His destiny would be screwed and so would Arthurâs. It was as though Guinevère was meant to be part of it all. Merlin couldnât see Elena there at all, but Gwen was there â the image as clear as her physical presence. If Arthur was Merlinâs destiny then surely Guinevère was Arthurâs?
As sad as it was, Merlin had to agree with Arthur that Gwen would never ask that of him. He nodded sadly to himself.
âI think your idea of brilliance falls far away from the meaning of the term."
âAnd what would you suggest then?â Merlin retorted, âbecause quite frankly by the way that this is all going, youâre going to be marrying a princess who will most likely trip over her own wedding dressâ. It was getting just as frustrating for him than it was for Arthur now. âLook, bottom line is that we have to stop this wedding from going ahead, and if it means me setting fire to the castle then I would do thatâ¦although your father wouldnât be pleased with me, but on the bright side it gets you out of itâ. He looked to Arthur happily. Oh he was just on fire himself with all these ideas today!
Merlin knew it was harsh of him to joke about a thing like that and when he heard Arthur practically pleading for him not to do so he walked back over and sat down again.
âIm sorryâ he looked to the floor, âI forgot about how much she means to youâ he gave Arthur a look and fiddled with the sleeves of his jacket.
"You make it sound so simple Merlin, But it is not so. What is best for me, may not be best for everyone else. My actions are not without repercussions and severe consequences."
Merlin snorted, âWhat! Thatâs ridiculousâ he smiled and shook his head, âwhat is best for you IS best for everyone else â you are going to be a king and it is the decisions of one that make or break a kingdom. This marriage, thisâ¦mess! Itâs going to tear Camelot apart and you know it! You wont be happy and will be filled with regrets everyday about marrying Elena, and that will lead you to not thinking straight, which will cause you to make the wrong choices and whatnot â thus sending you spiralling down into depression and vulnerability that your enemies will use against you â which could possibly result in a war thatâs uncalled for and perhaps even death.â
Wellâ¦that was cheerful, but it was true. Heâd given it some careful thought. âWith Gwen, she can advise you just as I know she does now, and I know you listen to her so your decisions will be mutual ones. With her youâll be happy resulting in a strong king who treats everyone equally and holds even more respect from his people than he already does nowâ¦as a Prince.â
âAnd what will I tell my father? What will I tell Lord Godwyn, or Camelot, or Gawant?"
Merlin thought for a moment. âTell them that you like to dress as a woman? At least then that will break a few tiesâ he smirked and then saw Arthurâs face, âor you could always tell them the truth? That you donât love Elenaâ.
âIf -- I were to even mention to my father that I have no feelings for Elena, that I can not accept this marriage . . . I doubt he will understand."
âWhatâs the worst that he could do? Youâre old enough to make your own choicesâ Merlin shrugged and leant back on the chair, resting his chin in his palm, âPeople learn from mistakes â and this is one huuuuuuuge mistake, I should know.â Yes, yes he did know but he wasnât about to launch into the many mistakes of Merlin, not only would it bore Arthur to death, many of the mistakes heâd made where all magic and instinct gone wrong.
He couldnât help but laugh when Arthur mentioned that he knew a lot about destiny. âItâs not knowledgeâ he told him, âjust common sense, and I know that you think that for me itâs rare, but when it comes down to stuff like thisâ¦perhaps you should listen to me a bit moreâ. Not that it would ever happen.
Anyway Arthur was spending the day with Elena tomorrow so perhaps he could figure something out to disrupt the meeting.
"By the way, don't you dare leave my side once tomorrow,"
Merlin looked over to Arthur and shook his head. âI wont,â he told him honestly. He wasnât about to up and leave Arthur in his time of need. Had this been a completely different situation, Merlin would have gone along to tease the hell out of him. But no. if Arthur needed him there then he would be.
âI promiseâ¦wellâ¦except if thereâs a call of natureâ.
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Post by em on Aug 6, 2011 7:19:46 GMT -5
Merlin looked at the Prince blankly – not having a clue as to what the hell he was going on about. “Vacation? What’s a vacation?” he asked a little clueless as to what exactly it meant. The word was indeed a new one but Merlin figured that it was some kind of leisurely activity. One that the Prince wasn’t about to let him be a part of!
Arthur was going to kill him. He could see that look in his eyes now. Or at least he would have if the tip of the sword weren’t prodding him slightly in the back. Merlin scrunched up his face a little. “Err…” he began… “The sword?” the answer was a hopeful sounding one, but Merlin was filled with anything but that right now. The again, maybe it was helpful that he would be murdered in cold blood by a snooty prince who was clearly bonkers. A blessing in disguise for both. “Im wrong aren’t I” Merlin finished on hearing nothing but silence between the pair.
The blade of the sword was still pressed firm against his back. “Er…can I move now?” he asked. The answer would most likely be no, followed by a string of orders. "You really do ask the most stupid questions," Arthur was now ranting on, “And you make the most ridiculous comments but then again, I suppose im not really surprised” Merlin shrugged and crossed his arms.
“You best learn your place Merlin, or you will not last long at all."
“Exactly what I’m aiming for” Merlin muttered and turned around, facing Arthur who’s sword was still drawn. “So” he clapped his hands together, “Nice knowing you, hope you find a new servant to throw rotten tomatoes at, see you around” and with that he went to walk past Arthur back in the direction that they’d come from. If Arthur hated him that much then he’d be more than happy to let him go freely.
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Post by em on Jul 26, 2011 12:02:55 GMT -5
Merlin could tell that Gwen was annoyed at him for not eating all day. She was practically like his mother, always advising him that he should slow down, but when you worked for Arthur, slowing down wasn’t an option. Neither were delays. Merlin hadn’t even noticed he’d missed lunch until he’d got to Gwen’s house and she’d mentioned staying. That just showed how hard he was working his butt off for Arthur’s benefit – and still the Prince couldn’t see it! Nor did Merlin get any sort of thanks for it.
“I am not about to tell a prince how it is."
Was that a glare? Ooooh, Merlin had certainly hit a nerve there. “Why?” he shrugged, “I do it all the time”. He couldn’t help but grin at Gwen. They both knew what kind of relationship Arthur and Merlin had going for them. “He does listen…well…sometimes.” Merlin raised his brows to himself.
“Not in my father's home! and not when he is my guest!" ok. He’d totally hit a nerve. Merlin really couldn’t see a Gwen vs Arthur showdown anyway. Still, there would be a day when even she would be able to see what he was like and give him some gentle backchat. It wasn’t hard to do – Merlin had been giving Arthur backchat from the first day he’d met him. At least Arthur had grown accustomed to it.
Merlin sat there in silence for a while. He was unsure of what to say now. Instead he chose to pick at the fraying sleeves of his jacket. At least it passed some time until supper was ready.
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Post by em on Jul 8, 2011 8:18:36 GMT -5
He could Arthur’s mind was running ten to the dozen right now. He wouldn’t be surprised if the prince suffered a massive overload from thinking too much – causing smoke to come out of his ears. Should the situation have been different, Merlin would have laughed at this image. In a situation like this? Nothing was funny.
Morgana had betrayed them all. Uther, Arthur, Gwen, the knights and him. He knew he should have just listened to the dragon and allowed her to die when he had the chance. This was something that he’d now regret and even though it sounded harsh, he wished that he had just left her lying there at the bottom on the stairwell.
"I . . . " Arthur had his back to him – obviously not wanting Merlin to see how upset he was. Merlin knew that the prince wasn’t about to cry in front of him, but he could tell that he wanted to. Merlin wanted to cry himself – cry with anger, frustration, hurt, misery and pain. Arthur had once told him that no man was worth his tears – no woman should be either, and Morgana certainly wasn’t worth them. "Need to do something."
He glanced back to Arthur who was looking at him and then headed for the opening. He knew that Arthur wanted time on his own, but with Morgana’s men out and about – he could protect the prince far better when he was with him, rather than just Arthur alone. He knew the prince wouldn’t stand a chance should anyone attack him. No – he needed to go too.
Following Arthur out of the cave, Merlin quickly told Elyan where they were going and to keep a lookout for anything or anyone suspicious. When they were a little further away, Merlin caught up with Arthur.
“Im coming with you – I wouldn’t want that armour getting too dented now” he gave him a weak smile laced with some sadness to it.
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Post by em on Jul 8, 2011 8:02:54 GMT -5
Come to think of it – Merlin was quite hungry. He hadn’t eaten all day as Arthur had had him running about hunting down someone to play the substitute knight and then he’d had to go to Gwen’s to bribe her. It seemed to have done the trick but Merlin knew she wasn’t happy about it – even if he had said he’d do all of her chores for Morgana for a week.
“I’ll eat anything right now” he smiled, “I haven’t eaten all day”
At least she’d help him with the clothes for the fake knight. “Thank you – really Gwen, I don’t know what I’d do without you” he got up and walked over to her, giving her a small kiss on the cheek. Taking in Arthur was going to be hard work, and even harder as he knew that the prince would moan about something or other. Oh well…he’d just have to put up with it for now.
Merlin went and sat back down, resting his chin in his hands – elbows supporting him. His eyes travelled to where Gwen was pottering about. “I know that sharing a house with Arthur doesn’t exactly sound like heaven – but really…if he gets out of hand I know you’ll tell it how it is – this is your home after all” he stated. Gwen had her opinions and views. Some of which she expressed to Merlin when he was in a time of need. This is why he trusted her.
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