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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 6:04:46 GMT -5
Merlin had been off, doing his daily chores like usual, when Arthur returned. It wasn't exactly a secret that the Prince had returned to Camelot, after all, he was the Crowned Prince. Merlin had decided that he would go and greet the man back, and was, therefore, leaving his chambers from returning the freshly washed and dried laundry, and heading down to the castle's lower levels. It would only take him a few moments with the quick and eager pace he was moving with, but he would make it just in time to hear the Prince's last words.
"Merlin do what, now?" he asked, coming to a halt and smiling at Arthur. That was when he noticed Keleth, and his smile would grow a little wider. "Hey Keleth!" he greeted. But then he realized his words and quickly corrected with, "Hello, nice to meet you!" He prayed the Prince wouldn't notice his slip-up. Though he was quite sure he would, it wasn't exactly a subtle mistake.
He knew Keleth from a while back, not too long ago, but still from a while ago. Keleth had been in Camelot to find something for his ill sister, and Merlin had helped him escape from the guards who had caught him sneaking around at nighttime. Merlin was worried, though. Not because he was with the Prince -- he was obviously on friendly terms with Arthur right now -- but because if anyone found out that Keleth had magic...
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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 5:49:00 GMT -5
 Merlin leaned against the wall right beside the door so that when, and if, it opened, it would hide him. He held his breath, forcing himself not to breath. Why? Because if Arthur did come out, he really didn't want the Prince to catch him! Yes, yes he was actually quite afraid right now. In a strange way. Afraid, but thrilled at the same time, and still rather amused. And, also, he was still pretty surprised that Arthur didn't see through his actions.
And then the door opened, revealing a cloaked and hooded Arthur, who, to Merlin's relief, began to walk down the hall. He waited, silently, until he was sure that Arthur wouldn't notice before he slipped quietly back into the room, leaving the door open just a crack and walking quietly towards the Prince's bedside table. Gently, with great care, he pulled the small clear vial filled with a strange dark blue liquid out of his pocket and set it on the table. If Arthur happened to try and murder him or something else rash and angry, he didn't want the potion to break and therefore render Arthur forever a donkey, or make it so Gaius had to find more ingredients to make it.
After that, he would again slip back out of the room and shut the door -- this time, though, it made a small clicking noise as it closed -- and look to see if Arthur was still within view. He didn't want to lose the Prince, because he knew that he would continue to look for him until he got whatever he wanted at this moment, and if he did stop, Merlin wanted to be able to tell him there was a cure at his bedside.
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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 5:38:25 GMT -5
 So, he was late. Completely and utterly late. But at least he was finally there. And Arthur didn't seem to give it too much thought, really. But still... he couldn't shake off the suspicion that something was wrong. There was just something about this whole situation that Merlin didn't quite like, he just wasn't sure what that something was. But, eventually, he would find out, and he was sure that he wouldn't like it very much at all.
Arthur's smile only proved this suspicion more.
He eyed the Prince warily, wondering what he was up to -- surely nothing pleasant, why would it be? -- and couldn't help but swallowing nervously at the same time. Yes, he was aware that this was the training field -- now at least --. Yes, he was aware that he would have to be here every time Arthur trained here unless he was told to do otherwise. But when Arthur said 'let our training session begin... he couldn't help but become even more queasy.
And the dagger that he began to toss up and down so casually... Merlin wanted to run. The other direction. Away from Arthur. But that wouldn't work out quite so well, he was sure. And then the Prince motioned to a circular wooden board. He stared at it, his eyes going wide as he didn't bother to hide his shock and fear, and even took a small step away. He was going to make him run around while he threw knives at the board. Merlin had tried to stop Arthur from doing the same to another servant before realizing that he was the Prince. What if Arthur missed? What if one, or more, of those knives hit him? What would the Prince do then? Just laugh and keep throwing?
When Arthur spoke again, Merlin nearly jumped and nodded frantically, rushing for the shield as fast as he possibly could. He didn't care if he would look like a fool! He was not about to be hit by a knife! Lifting the shield, he would bring it in front of him quickly.
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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 5:16:11 GMT -5
Merlin's grin would only widen when Arthur commented that he looked ridiculous. Oh, how he was aware of that. But it was still rather quite amusing to see how the Prince reacted to his words, to his actions, and even more so, to the bizarre clothing he had suddenly found out he'd have to wear to escape. Yet he wasn't going to voice this aloud, as the Prince would probably kill him right there and then just for expressing in actual words how funny he found the whole situation. Which was quite funny. "Not as much as you!" he had to add to Arthur.
His wide, innocent, nothing-is-wrong grin never faltered at Arthur's disgusted and shocked expression, nor at his words. He nodded in an eager way at the words, and motioned for the Prince to come closer so that he could do so. When Arthur was actually in front of him, he tossed one cloth aside to the floor, and took up the red one, one that matched Arthur's dress. "Yes, I know how to make a woman's headdress. Not as hard as you think, really."
With that being said, he walked behind Arthur and, expecting the Prince to cooperate without complaint, reached up and began to wrap the cloth around his head, folding and tucking it in ways that, when done, would allow a small trail at the back to hang down and wrap a little around his neck and still cover all of his hair, successfully hiding it.
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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 4:54:38 GMT -5
 Merlin closed his eyes even tighter at Arthur's words, taking in a deep breath. The Prince still blamed himself, but it wasn't his fault, as far as Merlin was concerned! All of this was Morgana's fault! Had she not told... whoever she told!, (and he was fairly certain it was Morgause) then none of them would be here, in the dungeons, ready to be slaughtered and killed like pigs waiting for the butcher. No, this was not Arthur's fault, it was Morgana's. Morgana... who had turned her back on the two friends (for he didn't consider himself amongst them any longer) who cared for her above anything in the world.
But he couldn't let Arthur continue to blame himself for this. It wasn't his fault, truly. Yet Merlin couldn't tell him about Morgana -- Arthur wouldn't believe him surely, and even if he would, Merlin had not the strength (mentally) to tell the already upset Prince such news. Yet he couldn't continue to allow his friend to take all the blame on his shoulders. He had to offer some kind of reassurance, even if the Prince wouldn't listen to it!
But for Arthur to actually think that any of them -- him, Gwen, and, sadly, Morgana (but for different reasons) -- would let him leave them behind so he could take this up himself... No. Him and Gwen would have come to his aid, would have come to assist him. Elyan was Gwen's brother, Arthur was her friend, and she loved him. She would not have let him come alone on such a task. Arthur was Merlin's friend, like a brother to him in a strange way, and was in danger. There would have been nothing that could have prevented him from coming along.
And he intended for Arthur to know that.
"And what would that have solved, Arthur?" he retorted, his head coming away from the wall to look at Arthur seriously. "The fact you're a bigger prat than you admit? You think any of us would have let you come alone? You know Gwen and I would have come anyway! We would have left Camelot, no matter what you did, no matter what you said, and would have ridden out by ourselves to catch up with you. You're our friend, neither of us would have let you come alone!"
And he meant every word, every tone, that came for that statement.
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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 4:35:49 GMT -5
 "Ha ha," Merlin commented sarcastically, rolling his eyes, but a smile still tugged at the side of his lips. Teasing Arthur was better than worried Arthur. Too much worrying would give you wrinkles! Okay, not really -- as far as he knew -- but worried Arthur only made Merlin worried, which would in turn cause him to say something stupid, and probably only worry the Prince more, which would then make him worried again about the Prince's worry and... Yeah, that was pretty much the idea.
"My head isn't that big!" he complained -- see? He was already whining! "It's just... larger than normal!" He would then, just for amusement, add, "Actually, I think your head might be bigger than mine. Full of hot air," he continued in a contemplative tone, "so full of hot air. And your big ego. Such a big ego. Not to mention your arrogance..." he trailed off.
"Oh, I don't run that slow," he argued. "Just... slower than you, that's all. I could run faster if I wanted." This last statement he said with false arrogance. No, he doubted he could, but he would make it sound like he believed that he could. "And I can make it through the castle, somewhat... Okay, you're right," he conceded this time. "Just don't prove yourself wrong by actually getting us lost." Wouldn't that just be the greatest of luck?
When Arthur tossed him the bread, he caught it -- nearly dropping it at the same time, which he gave Arthur a slight grin over -- and looked at it. Glancing at the Prince would reveal that he didn't plan to eat any as he didn't pull anything else out of the pack. He raised an eyebrow slightly at Arthur, and said, more serious than most of the things he had said tonight, "Aren't you going to eat too? You also need to keep up your strength if we're going to rescue Gwen."
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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 2:22:32 GMT -5
Merlin turned his gaze downwards slightly, looking away from hers. She knew it all, then. She had put the two together, and was now aware that Morgana was the traitor. Yes, and he knew that she was the traitor, that she was the reason that Cenred had known about her and Arthur's relationship, about Elyan, about all of it. That she was the reason that Arthur had been put at so much risk lately. She knew about it all. He gave her another small nod and took a deep breath, forcing himself to look back up at her.
Perhaps he felt a little guilty about not telling her, about keeping it a secret from her. Either way, he couldn't now. He wouldn't. "Gwen..." he took another deep breath and continued, "Gwen... Yes... Morgana is the traitor. She's been the traitor since her return to Camelot. She found out about you and Arthur and... she wanted to use it against you." He still wasn't happy about Morgana. That she could do such things to her friends, to people who cared about her... People that had done nothing to her.
He could understand her hating him, she had reason to. He had tried to kill her, when perhaps he should of done something else. But he hadn't had the time to think. But Arthur and Gwen hadn't done anything. They didn't deserve this. And he wouldn't let her hurt them. "I'm sorry, Gwen," he mumbled.
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Post by pie on Oct 30, 2010 22:40:21 GMT -5
She knew.
It was inevitable, there was no way to hide it from her. And there was no reason to do so either. She had witnessed it firsthand. She deserved to know about it, not to be kept in the dark about Morgana. He wouldn't try to keep it a secret this time. She was worried, and she had all reason to. Morgana was dangerous, very dangerous, with magic that she used for evil, powerful allies, and even more so... very few people who knew about it.
Merlin took a deep breath before reaching to grab her hands in his own. He gave her a very serious look, to make sure that she would understand what he had to say to her. She couldn't tell anyone, and if she did, there would have to be a good reason. Surely Arthur would believe her if she said so, but the big one who mattered would be Uther. He doubted that Uther would easily believe his beloved ward was evil and using magic.
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Post by pie on Oct 30, 2010 21:27:58 GMT -5
As soon as she said that it was Morgana, Merlin knew what she had came here to say. She knew about Morgana, about her magic, or about her being evil. It had to be one of the two. Or perhaps even both. But should he tell her if she didn't? Morgana had already placed her in danger once, she could do it again. Gwen was nearly always around her, she was her personal maid. If Morgana wanted to, she could put her in harm's way again. But if Gwen knew about her...
He reached up and gently laid his own hand on hers when she put one on his arm. And then she spoke the words he expected. She knew about Morgana's magic, or at least... thought that she did. He nodded slowly, but then quit, and gave her hand a comforting squeeze. He decided then that, if she knew for sure, he would talk to her about it. She deserved to know. But, if she knew, she could potentially be in even greater danger. He had to at least try and make her think otherwise. But he had to know...
"Perhaps you miss saw. How are you sure of it?" his tone was low and serious.
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Post by pie on Oct 30, 2010 20:45:27 GMT -5
Merlin had returned not so long ago from the quest with Arthur in the Fisher King's kingdom. The magical water that he had been given had been safely hidden away where it couldn't be found to anyone but him and Gaius. He still couldn't help but wonder what it would do to help. What, exactly, did it's powers entail?
He was laying on his bed, his arms behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling, thinking over the past events. He had been dismissed earlier, and hadn't complained, but he still wasn't able to fall asleep. He felt restless, like he should be doing something. This was when Gwen burst into his room, and he sat up instantly, looking at her with wide eyes until he noticed that it was her.
She looked worried, sad, stressed. His surprised expression turned serious and worried for her as she spoke, and he climbed out of bed to walk over to her. "Gwen, what's wrong?" he asked insistently. He tried to discern what it was exactly that was bothering he, but he couldn't. Was something wrong with Arthur? Or was it something else? "What happened?" He didn't like seeing Gwen like this; it made him feel overprotective, because he wanted to be sure that nothing was wrong with her, or their other friends. Gwen was like a sister to him.
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Post by pie on Oct 30, 2010 3:56:22 GMT -5
 Merlin couldn't express the relief he was feeling as Arthur sat up. Though at the same time, he was also worried -- it didn't look like Arthur was without much pain. Not a very safe sleeping drought! He bit his lip a little, worried that he would push himself too far, but thankfully he didn't. He gave in to his internal urges and let the fake scowl be replaced by another grin. He didn't care how ridiculous he looked right now. He had no intention of hiding how much he was glad that his friend was indeed alive! Alive and well!
Arthur's words brought some seriousness back to Merlin. Though most of it was faked, as he knew exactly how Camelot fared... or at least, what Anhora said, and he trusted him in this matter. "Oohh... I don't know. I actually think Camelot's..." he paused, as if afraid to speak words of doom. But then his smile and cheeriness returned in the blink of an eye, and he continued with, "Fine. Camelot's fine, Arthur. You did it, you passed the test!"
He grinned like a little child with a new, interesting toy. Really, you could say that Merlin felt like a child right now -- in spirits. High spirits that couldn't be deterred now that he new Arthur was okay. And that Arthur had succeeded in his goal at the same time -- to save Camelot from the curse. Though, he still didn't approve of his methods! And almost immediately his mood darkened at this thought. "And if you ever do that again, you arrogant prat," he warned in a not-so-strained growl, and his hand came out quickly to smack Arthur on the side of the head -- though not hard, because he didn't want to hurt him or anything in this condition. "I'll hit you again!" Despite how he said the words, his worry would still show through, etched on his face.
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Post by pie on Oct 30, 2010 3:41:39 GMT -5
Merlin would have much rather have been released earlier, but it took him quite the longest of times to finish his chores for Arthur. When he did, though, he was dismissed, and Merlin obediently left before he could change his mind, closing the Prince's chamber doors behind him and rushing down towards the kitchen. He was already later than he had wanted to be, he had expected to go down there much earlier than this, but... Oh well.
He ignored incredulous looks directed at him as he near-ran there. The people that had come to the castle seemed to be having fun, a good sign in his opinion. He hoped there were people below in the kitchens still... And so, quickly, without even slowing his pace, he stumbled into the kitchens and nearly ran into a counter. That was when he stopped. Now, realizing the exhaustion he had just created by running all that way that fast, Merlin bent over, resting his hands on his knees, and struggling for breath.
"How's... it... going?" he gasped between breaths, looking up and grinning at the three people in the room.
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Post by pie on Oct 30, 2010 3:06:45 GMT -5
 In all honesty, Merlin hadn't expected to get caught. Really. But, it appeared that he had alerted them, at least Arthur, with the slight scuffling of his feet on the ground. The Prince seemed to be perceptive like that. So, one could imagine his surprise when all of a sudden there was no wall supporting him and he was falling towards the ground. He winced a little at the impact, even gave a small groan, before looking up at Arthur with a sheepish grin. Well, he had rightfully made a fool of himself. He didn't pay any heed to the tone, just continued to grin, as he was rather used to that tone by now.
Him offering him his hand though... now that surprised Merlin. He wasn't sure whether to take it and let him help him up, or to ignore it and get up himself. You never knew what kind of evil plans went through that man's head!! So when Gwen came over, he was much more obliged to let her help him up than Arthur. He trusted her. Not that he didn't trust Arthur, of course, he just trusted Gwen more in the aspect of not pushing him back down or letting him fall again.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Gwen," he said with a cheery smile, avoiding Arthur's gaze. He didn't want to know if the Prince was glaring at him or not.
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Post by pie on Oct 30, 2010 2:41:04 GMT -5
Merlin was sure that a quick kill could bring him satisfaction. Just seeing Arthur dead, laying at his feet, killed by his own hands, would be satisfaction enough. After everything that they had been through, all the times Arthur had picked on Merlin, this would be his ultimate satisfaction. And as a bonus, he would be ridding the world of a man who would hinder magic from Camelot even when he was king, someone who followed Uther's wishes.
He did not stop to think about the prophecy about them, about their destiny. It was as if that thought never existed, for it tied his thoughts to his friendship with Arthur. Though, it was more of a will not to remember that kept it locked away, for the matter seemed unimportant to the now "evil"-warlock. It was the magic's doing, though, that would twist his mind and alter his thoughts. There was nothing unmagical that could make Merlin hate Arthur. For all the pretending in the world that he did, he just possibly could not.
But with the flower's magic, came hating the one man he claimed never to hurt. The one man that he had promised to protect and stand beside until his end. His best friend.
Merlin's lips curled into a smile at her laughter, and he even chuckled at the same time. Normally, it would have creeped him out. But he was hardly normal at this moment. "Then you shall be my cousin visiting from your return to Ealdor. I think I need a name for my cousin though?" he prompted, realizing she had yet to tell him her name. "Arthur will be pleased to meet you."
He would steadily walk into the castle, keeping her close at his side. After all, how was she to know layout of the castle? He'd lead her to the Prince's chambers, and gave a small, quick knock before taking a deep breath, casting a look at the girl with a small nod, and letting go of her. He grasped the handle, thinking, Well, here goes nothing, before gently pushing it open, peering in. "A-Arthur?" he stammered out, forcing himself to appear as if nothing had changed. "Um, look... about your armor..."
Didn't matter anyway, he forgot it at the shack in the lower town.
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Post by pie on Oct 30, 2010 2:16:45 GMT -5
Merlin's gaze turned helpless at Arthur's command. Was the Prince so heartless? No, he knew he was not, and yet... did this not bother him at all? Neav was just a boy! His gaze lowered a little, as if apologizing. He knew that he shouldn't argue with the Prince in front of the guards, that, even if Arthur cared, he couldn't show it in front of them. He had to hope that that was what he was doing, acting, because this was wrong. And then Neav admitted to using magic.
He had just healed a horse, though! Just healed. How was that bad? He barely knew the boy, but he knew enough to know that there was no way that he meant to harm. This law against magic was wrong, but those who went against the king were killed, no matter what there purpose was. Would the king kill someone if they used magic to heal him? Merlin sincerely hoped not, but he couldn't be sure. The same went for Arthur. What would Arthur do if he found out that Merlin had magic? Would he order him arrested too? There had been times when yes, Merlin had been arrested for "magic", but in the end, he was always proven innocent.
It was things like this that made Merlin afraid to tell Arthur, the son of King Uther, that he had and used magic. Despite all of his claims that he trusted the Prince, did he really, deep down not fully? If he did, then why was he so afraid to tell him? He would just blame it on "It's not the right time".
He couldn't watch the guards begin to drag Neav out of the stables. He turned his gaze away, then, after a moment, would direct another glare at Arthur. With them gone, he wasn't afraid to. Hopefully, if Arthur actually didn't plan to go through with this, he would say something, because the whole matter really annoyed Merlin. He still didn't believe Neav deserved this, and that thought was conveyed perfectly in his glare.
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Post by pie on Oct 30, 2010 2:00:07 GMT -5
Merlin let his gaze linger on Arthur as he ignored his question and sat down on the rather dingy mattress. When Arthur looked at him, then away, and spoke, Merlin felt a twinge of guilt for his friend. No, it wasn't all Arthur's fault! There were so many men there, how could he possibly expect to fight all alone (for he didn't do much, and Morgana was surely not serious)? "Arthur... it's not your fault," he said slowly, casting him another look before leaning his head against the wall, staring at the ceiling. He measured his words carefully, making sure that he wouldn't slip in something to make it worse.
Arthur's words had showed Merlin how much this really bothered him. He knew that it would, but for the Prince to be so open... He had to be optimistic, though he wasn't in the mood... He had to somehow cheer the Prince up; somehow he had to make him stop worrying so much. Nether could think of a plan, even though Merlin so no way out of this this time, if they just worried.
"It's not your fault," he repeated. "We are all to blame, Arthur. You did the best that you could in the situation. If I wasn't so useless..." he sighed and closed his eyes, still leaning his head against the wall. If he wasn't so useless what? He would have been able to hold off the attackers? No. "If I wasn't so useless... maybe, and that's a small maybe, I could have helped."
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Post by pie on Oct 29, 2010 21:17:38 GMT -5
Merlin had been returning to Arthur's chambers with the recently done laundry when he saw the knights, and Arthur, moving down the halls with a quick pace. Was something wrong? More than curious, Merlin, still carrying the laundry, matched pace with them, but would remain behind at the same time. If there was some kind of danger, than he didn't want to be a hindrance to them, to mess up their concentration or something.
Why, then, did he have a worried feeling about this?
What could cause this? He had heard no warning bells, no hint that their was danger about. Was it something that they wanted to keep secret, then? Were they riding off again so soon? No, he couldn't believe either possibility, and he had to find out what was really happening, what had really caused them to leave the castle, Merlin in pursuit, as they headed to the one place that Merlin never would have expected: The stables.
His eyes widened slightly as he slowed his pace when he neared the group. There was Neav, and there was Arthur, declaring he be arrested. Merlin's face drained of color for a moment, then turned back to a deeper red as he marched forward, pushing his way past the guards to stand in front of Neav and between the two groups. He had a lot of nerve for doing this, standing up against the Prince when he ordered someone arrested. Yet he knew not what for he was being arrested.
Even if he did, he would be doing the same thing.
"Arrest him?" he asked, shock and disbelief etching an angry voice. "Arthur, he's just a boy!" He cast a worried look at Neav over his shoulder, then back to Arthur, with it obvious that he didn't approve of this. What would the Prince do, though? Merlin didn't know, nor did he care how he reacted to Merlin's actions! This was just wrong!
Wrong no matter what he did!
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Post by pie on Oct 29, 2010 1:58:19 GMT -5
Merlin continued to kneel beside Arthur, grinning widely the whole time. It had been a strange feeling, going from really upset to suddenly happy. He couldn't help it, though. Arthur was alive, just sleeping, not dead! And Camelot was saved! Saved from the curse, saved from starvation, saved from inevitable extinction. And all because Arthur wasn't all the stuck up Prince he was on the outside. So when Arthur finally opened his eyes, and promptly mocked him, he let out a choked chuckle.
"You're alive!" he exclaimed, obviously happy. "You had me so worried there, but you are alive!" He took a few breaths to compose himself, then pulled back a little so that he wasn't totally too close to Arthur. He forced a scowl for Arthur's benefit, though the corners of his mouth still twisted upwards, and said, "You aren't in hell, silly! You never died at all!" He couldn't admit how much saying those things made him happy.
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Post by pie on Oct 29, 2010 1:36:53 GMT -5
He didn't take his gaze off the door, but the longer he stared at it, the more helpless he began to feel. This was just... not right! They had been caught so easily, and he couldn't even do anything about it! Hadn't done anything about it! And now... now his friends were in danger, Camelot might be in danger, Arthur definitely was in danger... He sighed again and tried not to look so down. He had to be optimistic, yes... Had to be his usual jubilant self! Oh, what was there use in bothering?
Merlin nodded to his question, not wanting to test his voice -- Surely it would crack if he did so! -- and remained silent for many moments after, until he finally decided he shouldn't let silence take him over. "Yeah, I'm fine. What about you?" he stared at the door a moment longer before turning his gaze on the Prince. Sure, they were both well physically, at least enough, but their true wounds went deeper then that.
He sighed and glanced at the door again, not bothering to hid his immensely worried look this time.
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Post by pie on Oct 29, 2010 1:13:44 GMT -5
What was he doing? Well, he was polishing the Prince's armor! Again! Really, you think that it would be permanently clean by now! Sighing, he continued to keep his gaze downward, rubbing the armor with his polishing cloth in small circles, making sure to get every spot. Heaven only knew how much Arthur would get angry at the slightest little mistake and make him do it all over again so he could watch and laugh! Well, at least it wasn't too bad. To others it would seem that they hated each other, but they had grown closer over time, and now they could even be considered friends.
He sat in the outer courtyard of the castle, a rather differing place from his usual ones. Usually, one would find Merlin -- if at all -- polishing it in his room at Gaius' place. But he felt like a change of scenery was in order, and so here he sat, wishing he hadn't, as everyone who passed had their eyes on him. He ignored them, keeping his gaze lowered as he embarrassedly polished Arthur's helm. He kept polishing it, even though by now it was so shiny you could see your face in it from across the courtyard almost! The more he thought of them watching him, though, the harder and faster he would polish the helmet.
Oh how he wished someone would show up for some reason, giving him an excuse, at least temporarily, to ignore his chores! Bah! Chores! Even making sure the Prince was dressed in the morning was a chore! Oh, then there was the laundry, cleaning up the impossibly impossible mess Arthur managed to make overnight without even being in his chambers, oh, and the Prince's favorite to make him do: Muck out the stables. He pushed that unpleasant thought away and finally set the helmet aside before he managed to create a hole in the top. With his luck it would happen.
Instead, he now picked up the voiders, or the protective armor that went over Arthur's shoulders, and began to polish those. He should have stayed at home and just used magic to clean them. But, well... He had also wanted to get away from Gaius. The old man always made him do chores too! Even when he was already hard-pressed on time with a thousand others -- and he couldn't even use magic for those!
Place: Camelot Castle Courtyard. Perhaps eventually elsewhere
Time: Around Noon
Timeline: Just for a general time-knowledge -- within the first season
Tagged: Amerante Patrizo
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