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Post by pie on Oct 10, 2010 13:40:54 GMT -5
 Merlin didn't know what to say to Arthur. It was obvious that his persistence was annoying the Prince, but he was just curious and wanted to know how his friend felt about Gwen from his own mouth. So when Arthur spoke, he didn't answer right away, not looking at him. What was he to say without sounding too nosy or too sentimental? Besides Arthur being his best friend, he also thought of him as a brother... it just seemed a little awkward having such a conversation with him, even if he had started it in the first place...
He couldn't help but wonder just how far Arthur's feelings for Gwen went... He knew that the king wouldn't approve of such a relationship, but where Arthur didn't want to try it because of that, Merlin believed that it was possible if he would just try. Then again, he wasn't in such a position to make that decision.
Finally he looked over at Arthur, and said, "What you feel is what I want you to say." He paused, and then added, "Ignore the world around you and just speak."
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Post by pie on Oct 9, 2010 1:47:49 GMT -5
Merlin was deeply worried. What exactly was Arthur in danger of? The Prince managed to get himself in a lot of trouble with different people -- who had he made angry this time? A sorceress? Some mad man upset about losing a son or a fight with him? Or just someone intent on taking his life? There were so many possibilities, and yet it was so hard to determine. Always something new cropped up. How would he have any clue about what was currently unfolding before him?
Just as he was about to call out again, the source of the warning had appeared. A girl with bushy red hair and green eyes stepped into the light, exclaiming in praise about his arrival. He did not question how she knew his name, he just assumed that she would know it because she had come looking for him, because she needed him to help save Arthur. He knew not who the girl in front of him really was.
"I'm here now," he said. "And I'm here to help."
Her clothing style seemed familiar to him. And when she spoke again, he would realize why. She was a druid, or came from the druids, and the mention of her seeing things just made him naturally assume that she was a druid as well. She risked a lot by coming here to try tell him that Arthur was in danger. If anyone on the king's side in Camelot knew, then she would be arrested and killed, information or not.
But what had she seen? And why wouldn't the druids care? As far as he was concerned, the druids owed a lot to Arthur. He helped rescue one of their own, the young boy Mordred, and brought him back to them. Despite the fact that Merlin wished now that he had listened to the Great Dragon and had let the boy die... But still, what was Arthur in danger of? Why did she know it (not that that information concerned him much as of this moment)? How was he to help?
"Shh, it's okay now, the druids aren't here so we don't have to worry about them," he said, mistaking her hasty words as fear. "I'm here to help. Tell me what you saw, and how does it concern Arthur?"
Despite how calmly he spoke those words, his heart was racing in his chest. He was deeply concerned for his friend...
[ I didn't think it was crappy! I liked it! And sorry for the late reply! lol. ]
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Post by pie on Oct 9, 2010 1:17:53 GMT -5
Merlin managed to not shoot Arthur a partial glare at the mention that him not speaking would be a miracle. He knew he was joking, but he couldn't break his promise to keep quiet -- even though that would obviously be broken quite quickly. Plus, he was having a hard time keeping his smirk off of his face. So glaring at the Prince would probably send Merlin into a fit of laughter. Which, again, would break that promise.
But things would, once more, turn serious again. Things wouldn't be funny, and he wouldn't have a hard time keeping from laughing. Laughing would be a highly rude thing to do in such a situation, when Arthur obviously wasn't in a joking mood in the direction -- plus it wasn't funny. It was also obvious that Arthur didn't want to talk about it, but Merlin wasn't so sure that he should quit the conversation now that he had brought it up... Ooops.
He detected Arthur's lie. Perhaps if he hadn't spoken in such a low voice, than Merlin would have believed him. Than again, perhaps not. From what he knew of the Prince, and just from the experience of being around him all the time, speaking so quietly when refuting something was not normal. And not normal behavior for the Prince always meant that something was up -- in this case, the fact he was lying.
But what could he say? He didn't want to make Arthur angry at him for prying, or make him just not talk to him in general. But perhaps sorting out his feelings would make him feel more at peace? Or perhaps not? "They say love is like a blossoming flower that never wilts, Arthur. In this case, you're the stubborn roots that refuse to change." Personally, he thought that it was quite insightful. Would Arthur? ... He wasn't sure. He didn't know if the Prince particularly enjoyed being compared to the roots of a flower, nor being called stubborn and unchangeable...
[ You know... I quite like that phrase xD. ]
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Post by pie on Oct 8, 2010 23:49:33 GMT -5
 He knew that he had annoyed the Prince the second he told him that he didn't know how to shut up. But it was in his nature. He wanted to open up some kind of relationship between the two of them -- it would make his life a hell of a lot easier if he did -- despite how much he didn't like the man's attitude. Where he was much more open to sharing his emotions, it was obvious that Arthur Pendragon was not. And it seemed that he would never be able to get along with the Prince.
Was he disappointed? In all truth, yes, in fact, he was. It seemed that this would be something he would fail in. If it was his destiny to help Arthur, than he at least wanted to do it as a friend. The Great Dragon had to have been wrong, though. There was no way that he could be the right person! He just kept making a worse impression, how in the world would he ever make it so that Arthur would want his help in anything? He couldn't even get a response that didn't cause the Prince to get angry! Everything he said made it worse and worse!
He sighed, then, and looked down at his feet miserably, ignoring the stairs that they had just come to a second before. "Sorry, sire," he mumbled. This was impossible! He tried to be emotionless, and the Prince pissed him off in turn. He tried to be friendly, and he pissed the Prince off. He tried to start a conversation or replied with what he was actually thinking and he still pissed the Prince off! There was just no winning with him, was there?!
He then cast a curious glance up at the Prince when he spoke again. Wait... Arthur was now being friendly? Something was extremely wrong with this picture! There was no way that his words had first sparked irritation, and then somehow made the Prince become calm and sincere. He had to be lying. Yes, that had to be it! But than what was he really planning? He gave no hint as to what he was thinking, or intended. Should Merlin trust him? Probably not. Would he? He wasn't exactly sure you could call it trust.
"Really?" he asked in response to Arthur's words. It came out in a tone of nonchalance, as if he didn't notice anything at all. After all, there was always a slight chance Arthur was sincere... Slight... However, in fact, to himself, the question had come out in a confused state. "Annoyance?" Of course, when wasn't he annoyed? "Well, you could um... talk about it?" he suggested, afraid of where such a conversation may lead...
When Arthur motioned for him to go down the stairs first, seeming as if he hadn't noticed they were at the stairs, Merlin really did give him a curious stare. That couldn't be right. Arthur was a stubborn prat! There was no way he would let a servant go ahead of him, a Prince! But he didn't see a choice in the matter, so he didn't complain and began to walk down the stairs, mumbling a quiet, "Thank you," as he passed.
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Post by pie on Oct 8, 2010 23:21:42 GMT -5
"Oh, there's just no pleasing you!" he complained when Arthur once more commented on Merlin's obliviousness. If only Arthur knew how un-oblivious he really was! Okay... he was still quite oblivious, but did that matter? No... maybe... Yes. When Arthur told him to keep his thoughts -- and again insulting him! -- to himself, he made an exaggerated harrumph and gave him a stubborn expression, turning back to the road. "Seriously, there just isn't any pleasing you! Fine, if you would prefer to sit in silence, than I won't talk!" That wouldn't last very long, he knew. He hated sitting in silence, and would wind up just blabbering out something random to break it. Besides, if they rode in silence, that would be a very tense and worry-filled silence indeed!
He waited for Arthur's response to his words about him and Gwen. The more he thought about it, actually, the more it came into clear light. He didn't think anyone else noticed it, really. Merlin spent nearly all of his time with Arthur -- doing chores, running errands, or just being there -- and thought he had a pretty good idea on the Inner Arthur, even if the Prince didn't want to speak his emotions and thoughts allowed. So when Arthur's mumbled words came, he knew that he had most likely hit the spot.
Merlin sat quietly for a moment, watching the Prince as they rode. He was avoiding eye contact with him, a well enough detail for Merlin to pick out that Arthur wasn't telling the truth. But should he press on? Probably not, they were Arthur's personal feelings, and if he didn't want to share them, then he shouldn't have to. But would he change the subject? Well, Arthur did always call him an idiot. No, he wouldn't. "You don't have to hide it from me, Arthur. I'm your friend... Or so I think. But it isn't like I'm going to go around telling everyone." And not just because Arthur would kill him if he did, but because he didn't want to break that trust between them.
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Post by pie on Oct 8, 2010 23:05:24 GMT -5
Merlin, rubbing the side of his head from where he hit the wall, walked in silence right behind Arthur, letting him take the lead. He really didn't get the Prince! At some points in time -- or perhaps he was just imagining it... -- he had seemed like a totally likable person. The next, he was the biggest prat on the planet! Really, what was with this guy?! He was a very strange man...
Gaius had told him to at least try and get along with the Prince... But that was impossible if Arthur didn't give him anything to respond politely to! He actually wouldn't mind getting along with him if it made his life easier, but it seemed that that would never happen in his entire existence! The man was just too stubborn! And seemed intent on tormenting him for the rest of his miserable life! Then there came the other problem that the Great Dragon had informed him of: His destiny was to protect the man and help him unite Albion and bring magic back to Camelot?! The man absolutely detested him from what Merlin could tell! How was that ever suppose to happen?!
He frowned at the back of Arthur's head when he spoke. Of course, another sarcastic remark, what did he expect? If he had another pair of pants at hand, he would throw them at him again! In another feeble attempt to start a decent conversation with the Prince, he said, "You know what I think your problem is? You're afraid to open up." He gave a small nod to add to his matter-of-fact tone. "Yep, definitely you're afraid to open up and trust people. You've been raised by just your father," or so he thought, seeing as he never heard of a queen in Camelot, "and don't have that kind of bond with someone. Instead, you want to keep everything bottled up. It's not good for you, you know? Keeping your emotions locked up? If you just loosened up a little, you might actually have some friends."
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Post by pie on Oct 8, 2010 22:49:55 GMT -5
"No, no, I don't think I'm that oblivious." he would respond to Arthur's comment. He gave a small grin and looked over at the Prince. "You seem awfully confident in your abilities, sire," he noted. Well, obviously the Prince would be, he had all reason to be. "I'm just joking," he added. "Of course I meant all the time." Still, most of the time. But he would give in and just agree with Arthur. He looked away again, almost nervously, when he asked him if he was complaining. Was he? Yeah. Would he admit that? Hell no! He didn't want Arthur to kill him! Especially since if he proved a problem on this mission, than he would have hell when they got back to Camelot! "No, not complaining at all. Just my thoughts, pay them no mind."
Merlin remained silent as Arthur spoke. He had a point, him and Morgana did care a lot about Gwen. And Gwen did seem the type to help her friends. But there was just something that seemed different between the two. And Gwen seemed to care an awful lot about Arthur, too. It wasn't too obvious, but it was something in the way they looked at each other, how they acted around each other. He wasn't at all sure about when it had happened between the two, but he was positive that the two had grown quite close to each other at some point.
"You're right, of course," he said. He didn't want to intrude on Arthur's thoughts or personal emotions, but he was curious as to what his friend's true intentions were. "And she has helped you out a lot. But still..." he paused, thinking of how to phrase his next words. "The two of you seem different together. There's just a certain... chemistry between you two, if you understand what I'm trying to say. You can deny it, but I can see as much. It's there." He didn't look at his friend, instead he looked ahead, not trying to pressure the Prince or anything... though he did want to know. But Arthur never was the one to have heartfelt conversations, least of all with him!
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Post by pie on Oct 8, 2010 22:23:17 GMT -5
Merlin gave a small little smile of apology when Arthur told him to shut up, and instantly did so. True, he didn't like to be told to shut up, but hey... it was better than most things that could have happened as a repercussion! He got the feeling that he would be hearing those three words a lot throughout the times ahead of him... He wasn't so sure that that was a good thing...
"Hey!" he exclaimed when Arthur pushed him towards the wall. He managed to deflect the face-first hit, but being so surprised at the action, he still smacked the side of his head into the wall. Stumbling backwards and rubbing his head, he grumbled to himself but didn't give an irritated response in return. When Arthur turned around and began walking again, Merlin was tempted to just walk away. He wished that he knew enough magic to turn the Prince into a toad...
Following behind him, instead of remaining silent like he had been told to, he said, "I didn't mean it as a threat, you know. Just that you're the Prince, people are going to try to kill you. You're going to have to be careful, or you might make the wrong enemy, or might not recognize them as an enemy at all. Just saying." Really, he felt that he should explain his earlier comment so that Arthur didn't think that Merlin was threatening him or anything...
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Post by pie on Oct 8, 2010 21:55:02 GMT -5
Merlin's grin grew wider at Arthur's laughter. Really, he enjoyed it when the Prince laughed, reminded him that he wasn't always such a prat and all that. He forgot sometimes, really. You know, it was hard to tell; what with the hard outer exterior and the thick shell that was nearly impossible to penetrate. But, he had his moments. Like now, of course. And that was the man he was proud to call his friend -- royal pratness and all. "Oh, thanks for the encouragement, Arthur," he said with obvious exaggeration, rolling his eyes; but a grin still remained plastered on his face.
He managed to keep his composure when Arthur glared at him, and even managed to remove the grin from his face and give him a quick, serious look. "No, I believe I meant most." After saying that, he looked away again and back at the road once more to add extra weight to his words. He was joking with Arthur -- although the Prince couldn't deny that he was helped sometimes! He knew Arthur could handle himself in a fight -- he was considered one of Camelot's best fighters, and even beyond that. But he still liked mess with the Prince.
"Hey! I can fight with some things!" Such as with magic, but he couldn't tell Arthur that... Who knew what he would do if he found out that he was a sorcerer? Could their friendship last beyond that? Merlin shrugged and than said, "I never get enough sleep with you as my master, Arthur. You have me constantly working!!" He looked over at the Prince with another serious expression, this one not forced. "But I agree with you. All for Guinevère's sake, let us ride." Although Arthur might need to make sure he succeeded in staying awake, for he did have a tendency to fall asleep. But the Prince was right. The sooner they got there, the less time they spent not riding, the quicker they could get to Gwen.
"You seem to care a lot." He didn't really mean anything about it at first, but he realized he was right. Arthur did care a lot. Was it something beyond friendship? He knew his friend...
[Lol, I love yours!]
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Post by pie on Oct 8, 2010 19:09:50 GMT -5
Merlin's goal of ignoring Arthur was best as he could majorly failed when the Prince reacted to his comment. He gulped as he watched the man freeze for a few minutes before spinning around at him. He put on an innocent grin, and shrugged nervously as he stared into the Prince's angry glare. Arthur appeared as threatening to Merlin as he wanted to seem. After all, Arthur was the Prince of Camelot, the son of the king, and eventual heir to the throne! And he had already kicked his butt twice! What would he do the third time?!
"No! I-I mean yes! Wait, no! I'm not that stupid! I-I didn't mean it that way!" he said in a rush, stumbling over his words. It was a very poor excuse to describe his actions... "Heh heh..." he took a step backwards and directed his gaze at the wall. "Very interesting wall you have, here. How old is it?" he asked, hoping to redirect the conversation elsewhere.
[Hn... short... sorry, lol]
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Post by pie on Oct 7, 2010 23:18:07 GMT -5
Merlin was, like usual, running an errand for Arthur. Actually... he had to go back and pick up the Prince's armor that he had left in his room, because, well... It belonged wherever Arthur wanted it, not in Merlin's room. So, he had rushed through the castle to get back to Gaius' place, picked up the armor, and was running back, but... well, Merlin got lost, having been deep in thought at the time of walking.
Sighing irritably, he looked around. Well, he believed he knew where he was. Apparently he had made a wrong turn. Thankfully there was an exit to the castle nearby that would lead him outside, then he could go around and work his way from there. Leaving the castle, he took a deep breath of the clean air -- not that the castle's air wasn't clean.
It was during this time that he was walking in the courtyard right outside the castle, when he heard a voice in his head. It spoke of danger... And Arthur! Merlin dropped the armor noisily -- oops, it seemed he might have dented a few pieces... -- and looked around. It appeared as if the voice was coming from somewhere else in the town, because he saw no one that it might belong to. He also noticed that people had looked his way when he dropped the armor.
Making a hasty apology aloud, he picked up all the armor and looked around again. He was told to follow her voice. Usually these kind of things got him in trouble, but it concerned Arthur! Arthur might die?! What did the Prince do in the small amount of time he'd left him that might get him killed?! He didn't think rationally when it dealt with Arthur.
Carrying the armor, he rushed towards the general direction he thought the voice came from: somewhere in the lower town. He was careful not to run into anyone during his haste, and eventually, he came to a stop outside of a shack. Taking a careful glance around and seeing no one, he set the armor down and entered it. "Hello? Where are you? I've come."
Unknowingly, he fell for the bait that the evil sorceress wanted him to...
[Dun dun dun! lol]
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Post by pie on Oct 7, 2010 16:00:12 GMT -5
Merlin grinned at his friend's words. He was almost tempted to say that Arthur could beat him with less than a broom. They both knew he could, Arthur was much more skilled in combat - and many things truth be told - than he was. Besides, he technically already had beaten him with a broom, the first time they met, or technically second if you wanted to go into the matter. Either way, Merlin knew Arthur was capable of beating him with a broom. He had had many more years of training than he had - the only training he had was the basic training that Arthur had given him. Which, along with his "skill", made everything seem pretty useless anyway. "Oh, you could, could you?" Merlin asked, forcing a serious tone. "I must warn you, I can get pretty frightening when I have to."
Merlin turned away again, hiding a grin. Arthur's sarcasm and mocking didn't go by without notice, but he didn't care. "Getting clumsily better at something is better than getting clumsily worse at something, though, right?" he joked. Yes, at least he wasn't getting worse. "Besides, you can handle yourself in most situations." Yes, most. He wanted to see if Arthur noticed that. He knew not to get in Arthur's way if it would benefit the man with him not fighting. He'd still remain close to Arthur, to remain there as the hidden, secret protection that he couldn't tell the Prince about. And when Merlin just happened to be at a disadvantage, or when Arthur was in danger, magic always worked to fix the situation to a better one. It amazed Merlin how Arthur hadn't noticed yet... "Oh, a stick suits me better, than? At least with a very large stick, I could fight at a slightly further distance!" That still probably wouldn't help him though, unless he used magic still.
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Post by pie on Oct 7, 2010 15:34:40 GMT -5
 Merlin continued to creep through the forest with his sword held aloft in front of him, walking slowly as to try not to alert whoever was out there. His sword shook slightly in his hands, and he thought that he might be better off without it than he was with it! What good did a sword do for him? None at all. But he couldn't go around using his magic so carelessly, now could he? Well, he could, but that was besides the point.
He never heard the person creep up behind him, nor did he ever hear the sword being drawn. All he heard was his breath catching in his throat when a sword's tip was put up to the back of his neck. Crap, he thought frantically. He wasn't exactly in a good position. In fact, whoever it was had his life in their hands if he didn't think of what to do quickly. Magic? Perhaps?
Then he heard the voice, and relief flooded over him. He'd recognize that voice anywhere, he had to hear it every single day of his life. Without pausing to think, he exclaimed "Arthur!" and, spinning around at the same time, he swung the sword at the Prince. A grin crossed his face at the sight of the man. He really did show up!
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Post by pie on Oct 7, 2010 15:03:08 GMT -5
Merlin followed Arthur down the hallway, looking around the place and trying to take everything they passed into memory. If he was going to be forced to work for Arthur for any period of time, he didn't want to get lost. Especially when he was actually supposed to be doing something for the Prince. It would probably set the man right off if he was late for anything. Arthur was right in his answer, though, about the fact that it was big enough for him to *get lost in. "That's... reassuring," he mumbled.
He knew, of course, that Arthur was insulting his intelligence in the same process of answering his question. You could just tell by his casual tone. The Prince didn't care about insulting someone, anyone. Or so it seemed to Merlin. One day that would get Arthur into a load of trouble, if he insulted everyone that way. Someday someone wouldn't be able to take it, or he'd make the wrong kind of enemy. By than, Merlin hoped that the Prince had either made a good enough impression on him, or that Arthur could handle it himself, because otherwise he wouldn't help. He just wanted to hurl some kind of object at him with magic. Perhaps if he didn't touch it, he could blame it on something else...
He almost rolled his eyes at Arthur's next comment. Yes, he would have to learn the way from Gaius' room to Arthur's, he didn't want the Prince to be a bigger pain because he just so happened to get lost when he was suppose to report to his room in the morning. Even if that would spare him some off-time, he'd still have to do everything he would have had to earlier, and that would cut into his sleep and off-time. To the comment about it being for the rest of his life, however, he said, "Not if you get killed, first." It had been intended to be a thought to himself, even though he said it allowed, nor did he mean anything by it, but with the Prince being right there, it was probably heard...
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Post by pie on Oct 7, 2010 1:18:47 GMT -5
Merlin was laying in his bedroll, partially asleep, but at the same time not asleep. He couldn't sleep well, he was worried about his home town, and about how they could protect it. Guinevère and Morgana had came with him and his mother, and their help would be welcomed, but would that be enough to protect Ealdor? There was one person that Merlin wanted here. One person that he, they, needed in all of this: Arthur. But the Prince wasn't here, and they hadn't informed him they were leaving to go there.
But Merlin had to come. He would have come anyway, even without his friends' help, even though he appreciated it. Ealdor was his home town, his birthplace. It was the place he had grown up in, and his mother's home. His friends lived there, and he cared for the whole village -- he couldn't let them suffer any longer at the hands of the men raiding the village. Even if Uther and Arthur would say otherwise! Although, he knew Arthur better then that.
He sighed and rolled over in his bedroll, trying to re-situate himself and perhaps get comfortable enough to fall asleep, when he heard a noise. The sound of twigs snapping and leaves rustling. Someone, or something, was out there. In a hurry, he pulled his pack closer to him and quickly, clumsily, pulled the sword out from a cloth covering it. Stumbling into a standing position, he glanced at his friends and mother before sneaking off towards the sound, holding his sword out in front of him as he walked and looking around. Little did he know who the person was...
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Post by pie on Oct 7, 2010 0:59:27 GMT -5
Merlin had had to get out of that cell. Gaius was possessed by a Goblin that he had let out, and he would be damned before he'd let the Goblin ruin Gaius' and everyone else's life! Escaping the cell had been easy enough, with magic, anyone could obtain a set of keys from a guard sleeping right there. He hovered them closer to himself with magic, being careful, and cringing when two keys fell of the hook. Luckily the guard didn't wake up. Using the keys, he'd open his cell and make a quick run for it. He didn't have much time before someone would notice that he had escaped.
He had a lot of annoyance from the Goblin, telling Uther and everyone else he was a sorcerer and getting him locked up. Then there was Arthur, he couldn't believe the man would just let him rot in the dungeons or be killed. What could he say, though, he was the king's son.
He had one place in mind to go to: Guinevère's house. He knew he could trust her, knew that she wouldn't rat him out and get him thrown back in prison. So he made his way towards her home. He could only trust her in this, she was the only one who could help him, and in so doing, help Gaius. He had made it to the back entrance of her house when the warning bells sounded. He was thankful that it had taken so long for the guard to wake up and notice. He had a lot less guards to worry about because of this.
He silently opened the door and slipped in, sneaking in in the dark. It appeared Gwen was already awake, and he didn't want to frighten her, so he moved up behind her. He also didn't want her to hit him with the candle stick. Quickly, now, so she wouldn't cry out, he came up behind her and grabbed her arm with on hand, and clasped the other over her mouth. Spinning around, he whispered a quiet, "Shh!" before looking towards the window, where guards were running by, looking for him.
[I'll make a pretty picture/word layout for his tomorrow, lol.]
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Post by pie on Oct 7, 2010 0:36:33 GMT -5
 The past few days had been rather... "eventful". In fact, a simple trip to the library to fetch a book for Gaius had turned out to cause Camelot a lot of mischievous trouble. From what, you ask? A small, little, green Goblin. It sounded innocent, in all truth, at first, Merlin hadn't believed it could so wicked and dangerous... That thought was quickly dispelled when it began causing havoc in Camelot and... pretty much playing pranks on all of the people. Merlin, in all his foolishness, had let the Goblin out. Next time perhaps he'd know not to open mysterious boxes that he just happens to find hidden away and are making noise... At least no one knew it was him that released the Goblin! He intended to keep it that way.
Although he was thoroughly enjoying himself now, even though nearly everyone was cured. In fact, the one that amused him the most was Arthur's plight. Donkey ears and all. He really couldn't wait to see him, it had to be absolutely funny. He probably wouldn't be able to contain his laughter. Mind as well enjoy it when Arthur couldn't yell at him, right? For Arthur's benefit, and because, really, he had to, Gaius had prepared a remedy that would cure the Prince of his donkey similarities.
Too bad for Arthur, he didn't know that. Merlin was currently going to deliver the remedy, and he expected the Prince to be in his chambers. He doubted that Arthur would walk around in his current state. Just thinking about it made Merlin laugh. Oh, poor Arthur, he thought, smirking. This would be the perfect chance to enjoy the situation. And he intended to do so!
Coming to the Prince's chambers, he gave a small knock on the door before saying, "Arthur, it's Merlin," and walking it without waiting for a response.
Place: Camelot Castle
Time: Around Noon
Timeline: After Goblin's Gold, shortly after the goblin is captured and everything was set straight.
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Post by pie on Oct 6, 2010 21:49:17 GMT -5
Merlin shrugged, but was amused himself. He was glad that he had Arthur's attention, he just hoped he could hold it until he was told to shut up because he was being annoying -- wasn't a very surprising thing when he was told so. But he wanted to hold the prince's attention for as long as possible without making him angry. Any jibes would be in a friendly manner, and only to further conversation. He knew that Arthur was genuinely worried for their friend, although he didn't know the real reason that Arthur really wanted to save her. He didn't know how much the prince cared for her, though he was beginning to catch on that it was quite a bit. With his horse moving alongside Arthur's, Merlin cast him a smile.
"Yes, she can hold her own," Merlin replied. Knowing the truth in Arthur's words, even though both knew that Merlin hadn't originally meant physical strength, he added, "At least I'm getting better! It can't be too long until I'm as good as you!" He paused here, and couldn't hide his laugh. "Okay, that would take forever. I'm terrible with a sword." He cleared his throat, and looked back ahead of them. "I don't always get in your way, though, right? That has to account for something, doesn't it?"
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Post by pie on Oct 6, 2010 20:35:51 GMT -5
He continued not to pay Arthur any mind, tossing articles of clothing onto his pile. Really, it didn't bother him that the first guy around his age that he met was a total prat and jerk to him. Nope, didn't bother him at all... He sighed inwardly and looked blankly up at Arthur when the prince spoke. Oh, so now he wanted to show him around the castle? What awful things would the prince find to torture him with there? He doubted that this would be any pleasanter than cleaning his room. He shrugged and tossed one last pair of pants onto the pile before standing up.
It didn't make him any happier that he'd still have to do it later. It would be cleaner earlier if Arthur hadn't thrown nearly all his clothing across his room in random directions. He was tempted to just soak the clothes and see if the prince noticed a difference. Or just leave them soaking wet for when he returned them. He didn't have much of a choice in the matter, though, because he'd probably have to do them again later, anyway.
"How big is the castle, anyway? .... Sire." Again his tone was as emotionless as he could make it without sounding disrespectful. He didn't want that, now did he? That just managed to make the prince angry, and his life worse.
[It's okay!]
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Post by pie on Oct 6, 2010 20:12:55 GMT -5
Merlin grinned wider at Arthur's glare. He didn't take it to heart, having much more become used to such things than when they had first met. Now, most of the time, they just amused him. Though he knew when to not continue a subject or do something. In the long run, Merlin enjoyed his position under Arthur. He gave a quiet chuckle and turned back to face the land in front of them. Shifting the horse's reins to his other hand, he looked back at Arthur, knowing already he didn't plan to stop for now. Not that Merlin wanted to.
He knew that, while not exactly a lie, Arthur's excuse wasn't the full truth, either. He didn't doubt that Morgana had asked him to go, but he also knew that Arthur would have gone anyway. Arthur was more noble than that. Gwen was his friend. He didn't mention that he could see through the lie, though, but let it slide, giving a small nod to indicate he believed him. When Arthur spoke again, Merlin kept his attention ahead of him, turning serious. He hadn't expected for Arthur to discuss his feelings. "... Of course I'm worried about her," he spoke, noting that Arthur had said "too" in his sentence. "She's my friend, I won't let her get hurt as much as you won't." He paused before adding, "That's why we must rescue her soon. She'll be okay, though. Gwen's tougher then she looks." He was trying to alleviate both of their fears. "I wouldn't be surprised if she was already safe on her own!"
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