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Post by pie on Nov 6, 2010 3:02:06 GMT -5
Merlin had bee successful, thankfully! He had wet to the Isle of the Blessed all in an attempt to save Arthur's life. He had succeeded, but magical miracles always had consequences, as he had quickly found out. He had offered his life to save his fried, but instead it tried to take his mother's, which was no part of the deal. In another attempt to change fate, he had gone back to the Isle, after Gaius, who was intent to do it himself so Merlin didn't die, and all in the end, he managed to kill Nimueh.
And reverse the spell.
Now he returned to Camelot with Gaius, eager, anxious, to see his mother, to make sure that she was okay with his own eyes, for he still didn't know exactly if it had worked. As soon as they entered the town, Merlin abandoned his horse and Gaius and ran all the way home. Throwing the door open, he burst into the room frantically, and one worried, high-pitched shout came forth from his mouth in the same instant, "Mom?!"
She had to be okay!
[ Crappily short, but... it will have to do. ]
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Post by pie on Nov 6, 2010 2:48:10 GMT -5
The longer he polished the armor, the more and more frequent he heard whispering directed at him, or more so, about him. Yes, he looked ridiculous. The armor glared brightly in the sunlight, shined as if brand new, and could literally make a squeaking noise if you drew your finger across it gently. And he had a whole pile that was yet to be done, sitting beside him, ranging from the helmet, the voiders, the bracers, the hauberk, the chainmail, Arthur's sword... Yes, he looked ridiculous, but at least he was showing he was loyal to Arthur, right? Right?
No, not really.
He was about ready to give up this ridiculousness, just go home and face Gaius' chores-of-doom (as he labeled them right now), but, through the laughter that he could hear, finally heard someone's voice. He hadn't noticed her come up to him, but gladly took the distraction that she provided and looked up at her, beaming widely, innocently, his typical grin for when he was happy. But as the words sank in, he frowned a little, and stood up defensively, pointing at the armor, then out around them in the general direction of Gaius' chambers.
"Why would I polish Arthur's armor out here? Because one, it's easier to see the armor in the sun. Two, who knows when the Prince might have need of me and call me, not for the first time, to come be his practice dummy or something else. And three, even more so then the others, Gaius wants me to do chores too. Do you know how many times I've cleaned out that leech tank? More than I can count!" The ran was quick, fast, and all said with a manner of moments, though they came out quite clear.
He blinked then, his flustered attitude disappearing instantly. Was she insulting the way he looked?! He wasn't sure, but he did know that he had enough insults about his clothing from the "noble" Prince Arthur than he liked! "Clean up? What's wrong with me? Heavens know I haven't had the time to get in any mess, I was woken up too early for my tastes! I haven't even mucked out the stables yet, nor completed even half of the many chores that I am going to have to do, let alone any random ones he happens to come up with throughout the day!"
Merlin could only spare her a confused glance as she reached for the bucket of water. His mind didn't process her intentions fast enough, and only realized what she intended to do with it when all of a sudden the cold was was dumped all over him. He was used to cold water being poured on him now from when he fell asleep on the job, but never was it pleasant, and never did he like it. He just blinked, staring ahead, water dripping into his eyes as he was soaked completely.
To her words -- an excuse for him to get out of his chores, he knew -- all he offered was a blinking stare as he attempted to keep the water from getting in his eyes. "Well... I'm not tired any more," he whispered out in an exasperated, slightly irritated tone, a taut, thin-lipped smile being forced onto his face as he struggled not to shiver. "What did you do that for?"
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Post by pie on Nov 6, 2010 2:08:15 GMT -5
Merlin had been walking beside Arthur, the man he now considered his friend. Like always, their conversation amongst each other consisted of jokes and insults -- Merlin more so than not -- and neither cared about those who might be watching. Of course, unlike before, he didn't take these insults to heart, at least most of them, and he knew most of the time the Prince didn't mean them, even though he would never reveal that. And he was certain that Arthur didn't mean them now.
As they walked, his attention was briefly caught off guard by a young woman, who appeared to be about his age, standing, singing something that he didn't understand. Didn't understand, but thought was beautiful. He completely ignored Arthur's mocking during these few seconds that he stared, entranced, at the woman. She didn't seem to be a noble... no, she appeared to be a commoner. But still, she held his attention, his eyes even sparkled a moment from admiration as he held his breath.
But when Arthur pushed him forcefully -- obviously still teasing and mocking him -- he stumbled forward and collided with the young woman. With the obvious clumsiness he was "skilled" at, he even managed to fall to his knees by slipping, his knees hitting the ground with a hard impact. Sparing a glance at Arthur behind him -- more of an exasperated "glare" really --, he sighed inwardly for looking, once again the fool. This was becoming too frequent!
He glanced back at the girl and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came forth. He felt himself growing red from embarrassment, and immediately closed his mouth, still kneeling. He wanted to blame Arthur -- it was his fault, after all! -- but there were people around and he didn't want to "embarrass" the Prince in front of them. In other words, he didn't want Arthur to make his life a living hell later. It was never quite a good thing, really, making him angry. Always ended up bad for Merlin. Stocks, extra chores, a completely grumpy prat of a Prince... he could go on!
Should he take the blame, though? Perhaps, perhaps not. This was a big choice he had to make right now -- okay, not really -- and he had to calculate it carefully -- really, he just needed to find his voice, as he couldn't think of what to say. Suddenly, as if in a sudden rush, Merlin stuttered out, "S-Sorry! I-I tripped! Arthur--" he paused, then, and turned a sharp, subtle glare on the Prince. "Arthur is a complete--" he stopped himself from saying "Prat", and said instead, "completely wonderful person. I just tripped."
Guess he would just take the blame...
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Post by pie on Nov 3, 2010 23:46:13 GMT -5
"It really isn't hard," he insisted. He didn't see the problem with it! The dress went over your head -- or you could step into it like pants -- and depending on the type, laced up or just was complete just like that. Lacing wasn't hard, it just required crisscrossing the strings through the provided loop or hole and tying it when finished. Headdresses weren't hard to make, either! It just required a certain folding technique! It was just like putting on regular clothing! Though... Arthur did seem to have a hard time putting on his own clothing.
Merlin glanced at the makeup, then back up at Arthur. He had a feeling that this would be harder to get him to do than the dress. But he had to put it on, and Merlin would make him! Even if it meant tackling him and forcing him to! Which would prove hard, but... He had to try something! He gave him a determined, serious glare -- which contradicted everything in sight of his appearance -- and advanced a step towards Arthur. "You are going to wear it, Arthur!" he demanded, more ordered. "Or else!"
Sure, it sounded like an idle thread, but he was fully prepared to tackle Arthur if he refused! They didn't have much time! Who knew how long it would take until Cenred's men found them?! Though, he almost lost his serious composure when Arthur crossed his arms. Oh, how ridiculous he looked!
He looked at the makeup again, than back up at Arthur. "Yes, I know how! That's why I am going to put it on you, and you're going to let me!" He said in all seriousness.
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Post by pie on Nov 3, 2010 18:57:26 GMT -5
 More than anything at that moment, Merlin wanted to spill everything to him, wanted to tell him that he was a sorcerer, that he couldn't trust Morgana, that he was the best friend that he had ever had. He had the feeling that Arthur might know the last, though. Always had he kept his magic a secret even from his best friends; but now they might not make it out alive... Should he tell Arthur, then? He lost his nerve, however, so no words came forth.
When Arthur placed a hand on Merlin's shoulder, he turned back to look at him. He didn't see the arrogant, pompous Prince -- he saw the noble, kind man that he had become friends with. The man that he had never assumed would become his friend. He was glad, the, that he had saved him that very first time, that the king had granted him the privilege -- for surely it was now! -- of serving Arthur, the man he wanted to become his and Camelot's king more than anyone.
When Arthur spoke, Merlin couldn't have been more... happy. But there was also a profound silence from him, a deep sadness that Arthur felt that way and Merlin couldn't even tell him his secret Still, a smile crossed his face, as if proud -- for he was -- to hear those words They mean a lot to him, and he was glad that Arthur spoke them. "Arthur... thank you," he said after a moment. "That means a lot to me."
He always knew that Arthur was his friend; Their actions and less frequent -- but still there -- 'I want to kill you' moments showed that. It was much different to actually hear it. They had to get out of here, alive. He didn't want this to be their last time with each other. He wanted to continue on, with Arthur and the others -- even Morgana! -- and have more memories. More times spent with each other. He didn't want this to be the last time he spoke to Arthur.
There had to be a way out.
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Post by pie on Nov 2, 2010 20:03:23 GMT -5
 Merlin couldn't deny that he was thankful that Arthur wouldn't leave him behind. It wasn't as if he actually wanted to die. He forced a smile through his pain when Arthur told him not to be an idiot. He even managed to chuckle, but by the end it just turned into choking, but subtle, sobs of pain. The arrow had gone further than he would have expected, and he was not used to being shot. At least the rain, despite how painful it was, washed away the blood that was soaking his clothes.
He kept his mind focused on Arthur, trying to ignore the pain and his heavy eyelids. He had to remain conscious, remain awake. Merlin knew that if he fell unconscious, he may never return from it. Therefore, he had to stay awake, and was using Arthur has the guiding point. If he focused on Arthur, focused on paying attention to everything Arthur did, then perhaps it would be easier to remain conscious.
He watched as Arthur tore his shirt, telling him he could mend it later. Arthur intended for him to survive this, he knew. Despite all the blood loss and pain that he was feeling, how much sleeping sounded good right now, Merlin didn't want to die, he had to place his trust in his friend keeping him alive. Chores right now sounded most pleasant next to death. He wanted to continue to walk at his friend's side, to fight beside him -- despite how terrible he was at it! -- and work for him. "Ha, you'll never see a better mended shirt!" he promised, forcing himself to speak, showing he trusted him.
He closed his eyes tightly when Arthur began to tie the cloth around his wound. It hurt, terribly, but he managed to hold back any cries or shouts at the pressure was applied. However, his body couldn't stop shaking, shook even more, during it. He knew this had to be done, that it would help stop the blood from coming out, any and all pressure on the wound sent a searing agony coursing through him.
When Arthur was done, Merlin looked at him, forcing himself to refocus on the man. He had to keep conscious, he had to keep awake, he couldn't give in to the temptation of closing his eyes and just resting for a little while... He nodded at the Prince, hoping he was right, that the Inn wasn't that much further. He needed that Inn to be closer if he wanted to live and get out of this depressing rain! When Arthur put his uninjured arm around his neck again, Merlin hung on as tightly as he could in his predicament, seemingly clinging to the man, trying to be able to walk himself, but needing his friends support. If he tried to walk himself, he would still fall down.
Arthur would hit him with his sword if he fell asleep? Well, that was a little comforting given the circumstances. But the heavy rain began to sound more like a symphony lulling him to sleep, and he felt his body grow heavier, relying more and more on Arthur. "Thank you... Arthur..." he managed to gasp out, even as his eyelids began to slowly flutter closed against his will.
No, he had to remain awake. . .
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Post by pie on Nov 2, 2010 0:51:00 GMT -5
When Merlin saw his mother coming towards him, all doubts about him being here flew from his mind. He grinned wildly and hugged his mother back, not wanting to let go as it had been a long time since he had last seen her, had last hugged her. He wanted to tell her everything that had happened since their last meeting, as there was only so much that one could put in a letter, especially with the risk of it being intercepted and read. So he just hung on to his mother, letting go of the horse's reins in the process.
He couldn't help but a small laugh, joy evident in it. Even with his mother's concern, he couldn't help but laugh. Laugh at the prospect that he was actually back in Ealdor with her without it being attacked. Laugh in relief that the village still stood, not having been destroyed by bandits or some other danger. Finally, however, he pulled away, but his grin still stretched across his face, and his eyes sparkled faintly.
He wanted to be able to tell her that everything was alright. In a way, it was. He had come to peace with his father's death, at least to a point, but it still pained him. And in Camelot he had friends to help him through, even though they knew nothing about the fact Balinor was his father. Well, no one but Gaius. But there was only so much comfort one man could give.
"Everything's going well," he lied, dancing around the truth. He wanted to prolong the conversation about his father at least until they were in private. "Fought a dragon," he added in an afterthought. "Arthur believes he killed it, but... it's hardly dead. And he didn't do a thing, really." He shrugged, his grin somewhat faint. "It's good to see you, mom. I've missed you so much! There's so much that I want to tell you about!"
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Post by pie on Nov 2, 2010 0:16:35 GMT -5
All he could feel was the terrible pain in his back. Every little movement sent that pain coursing through his body, and he wanted to curl up and try to ignore it. Curl up and ignore the bandits, ignore his surroundings. His breathing hurt his lungs, and came in sharp gasps, his eyes squeezing shut as he gave up on trying to stand. He couldn't feel his left arm at all, the arrow had caused all feeling in it to cut off; but the pain from the arrow itself was still evident.
The semiconscious Merlin did not know how long he had been laying there. The arrow had been shot brilliantly by the cruel bandit, and the pain spread throughout nearly every inch of his body, his nerves aching. Several times he thought that he might slip into unconsciousness, away from the excruciating pain.
He laid on the ground, unable to attempt to stand again, and uncomprehending to the extent of damage the arrow had done. All the man wanted at the terrible time was to fall away from the world, from his pained body. He could not think of anything else, of the current situation he and Arthur were both in. The rain... he was now grateful for that soothing rain as it hit his skin, keeping it cool. Yet at the same time, when it hit that spot on his back, he couldn't help but a small whimper of pain.
Through the pain, he heard his name faintly, and realized that Arthur was beside him. He forced his eyes open a little, to stare at the man with a pained expression through tear-filled eyes. He couldn't respond, though, and the only response that came forth was a low, and very strained groan. Merlin did comprehend the seriousness of the situation now, however. He was now a liability because of his wound.
He should have been expecting Arthur's next actions, but the pain still had made it hard to think. When Arthur snapped the arrow, he felt a slight tug, which caused him to let out a small, but shrill, cry. He didn't protest when Arthur put his arm around his neck and brought him up into a standing position. He let all of his weight rest on Arthur, as he couldn't support it himself without great pain and the possibility of crashing to the ground once again.
When Arthur leaned him against the tree in a sitting position, he sank against it, though careful not to lean against the injured part of his body, and took deep gasps, sweat rolling down his body mixed with the rain. It took all his effort just to remain conscious with the blood loss he had, and multiple times he had to fight back the sleep that threatened to encroach upon him. Obeying Arthur's command to be quiet also proved a challenge, but he reminded himself that more was at stake here than just his own life -- Arthur's was too. And so silent he remained, or as silent as he could be, as eternal sleep began wrapping its claws around him.
He gulped and shivered, the rain adding now to his discomfort as his whole body was growing cold, and forced his gaze up at Arthur. It took him a few moments to sort out the Prince's figure, but finally his friend came into clear view as he spoke. Merlin thought for a moment, even began to nod his head to try and pretend he was alright, but at the slight shifting movement as he tried to stand, he suddenly began to shake his head no and lay against the tree trunk again. "N-No," he whispered in a hoarse, pitiful voice. "Leave... me..." He couldn't do much, the bandits would be back, and he was already near to death from his loss of blood. The mention of an Inn did bring him a little comfort, but he already had all he could handle with fighting back the fear that welled within him, which, mixed with his pain, was clearly noticeable on his pale face.
[ I hope I didn't drag that out too much, lol. I might have been having fun with it... *grins innocently* ]
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Post by pie on Nov 1, 2010 20:25:06 GMT -5
Merlin coughed and spluttered the mud out of his mouth -- choking on it -- wiping it with one hand. He squinted up at Arthur as he pulled him up forcefully. "I hate this rain!" he shouted above the roar of the loud din. If it hadn't been for it, then he would have had less of a chance to trip! After all, neither of them could see very well in this blinding storm! Merlin could hardly see a few feet in front of him! They were running wildly through the woods! Was there even anywhere that they could hide?! He prodded Arthur to move on, a silent statement that he was okay now. He hadn't really hurt himself that bad. All he had done was manage to scrape his knees on the rocks scattered through the mud.
He looked over his shoulder to check to how much the bandits had closed in on them in that brief pause. They were actually gaining quite a few yards, and he prodded Arthur to move again. "Run!" he said frantically. He didn't want to be caught by these bandits! They didn't seem the friendly type! Hoping that Arthur complied to his words, Merlin began to run again, thinking that nothing would go wrong. That they'd be perfectly okay.
When he had looked to check the bandits' distance, he had never spotted the man leveling a crossbow. Had never imagined that that crossbow was leveled at him, and that the clicking noise that seemed to single itself out from the rain, despite the roaring, was the bolt. The only sign that Merlin had that something had been shot at him was when it dug painfully into the left side of his back. A sharp gasp escaped his mouth and he stumbled forward a few feet, his movements sluggish as he clutched at his shoulder, trying to inch his hand towards the bolt in disbelief before the ground rose up to meet him, colors and objects blurring in his vision as he struggled to stand. . .
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Post by pie on Nov 1, 2010 18:57:06 GMT -5
Neeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaav, I don't fall of cliffs!!!!!!!!!! lol.
But hopefully you'll get to come back! Maybe there will be a library nearby? I mean... there has to be a town nearby the place somewhere, right?  And then perhaps you could say hi to us! I'm going to miss you, even though I don't really know you that well, which is sad, but for the time I have known you, it's been great! And I wish you good luck with your new job and the future! At least it's something that you enjoy, right?!
So good luck Neav! And we will miss you!!
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Post by pie on Nov 1, 2010 1:12:41 GMT -5
Merlin was starting to hate hunting. Why did every time him and Arthur go out to hunt (this time also looking for Morgana) something terrible happened? Either Arthur killed a Unicorn and brought a curse to Camelot, or something terrible happened, or they were chased by bandits! What kind of luck could they possibly have?! Merlin was starting to think that when he spied on Lady Catrina when she had the king enchanted, that the broken mirror's "luck" was actually to blame here!
They had to find somewhere to stop, to hide, or get back to Camelot and soon. These bandits just wanted to kill them for the sake of the sport! Arthur looked nothing like a Prince, a Knight, or a noble of any sort. He looked just plain normal! Normal, like a commoner. But that didn't deter the hostile bandits, and nor did it help out either of their predicaments.
And rain. Oh God, he hated this rain! Sure, it kept them from getting heat exhaustion at some point, from all the running the two boys were doing, but it was hindering his sight and making it harder to run. He couldn't see where he was going as easily, and the ground was overly muddy. He would bound to trip and fall, or bound to get shot with an arrow or something! Which, he wanted neither of to happen, but with his luck...
Even as he thought this, he tripped on a tree root, stumbling forward until he slipped in the mud...
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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 23:40:44 GMT -5
He had learned his father was alive, he had met his father, he had lost his father, and all in a matter of a few days. To say Merlin was happy would be a lie and the truth. Was he happy that he got to meet him? Yes, he was immensely happy. Was he upset that he had lost his father the very next day? No, far from it, he was devastated. And, while he was open about his feelings, there had been no way that he would have told Arthur about it. He had come close to it, but in the end, managed to keep it from coming out. Oh, how he wanted someone to talk to about this and about recent events.
This was why he was going back to Ealdor. Just to visit for a few days. It had been a while since he had last seen his mother, and he was eager to see her once more. But also, he had to tell her about Balinor, about his father. This would be the hard thing to speak of, to speak of calmly and without spilling too much emotion. Out of everyone he knew, he knew he could talk the most open with his mother. After all, she was his mom.
He had managed to convince Arthur to let him go on a trip for a few days, alone. Obviously Arthur would have been reluctant -- Merlin was his servant after all -- but, in the end, after presenting his case that he hadn't seen his mom in a long time, the Prince had agreed to let him go. He had set out that night with farewells to his friends just so they wouldn't be too worried or anything.
Now, walking towards the village of Ealdor, his horse's reins in his hand as he lead him, he couldn't help but smile. This was his home, the village he had grown up in, and this was where many of his memories lay. This was his first home, and forever his home, over Camelot. Walking into the village, he had doubts, though, that he shouldn't be here. The last time he had come, he had nearly been exposed as a sorcerer. But, worse still... his friend William had died from that visit...
But still, it was home.
Place: Ealdor
Time: In the evening
Timeline: After the Last Dragonlord
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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 23:10:29 GMT -5
Gwen was right, how? There had to be someway that they could stop this. Uther, perhaps? No, that wouldn't work, Uther had already made up his mind, to Merlin's distress. So what, then? Then it hit him that the person that he had bee thinking of a few moments before definitely had the best chance. "Arthur!"
Yes, Arthur could save Gaius! They had to convince Arthur to stand up against this and save Gaius! But they would have to hurry if that was what they wanted to do! It was the only course that Merlin could think of, and so he would go with it. Hopefully... hopefully it worked. "I'll speak to Arthur!"
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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 22:05:21 GMT -5
He looked at her with slight shock when she told him that Gaius had already left the dungeons. No! This couldn't be happening, they had even less time to do this then he had thought! They couldn't let an innocent man -- in particular Gaius -- die! He would feel terrible if that happened! Gaius had just been protecting him!
He wouldn't let that happen, though. And nor would Gwen. They had been up all night preparing, they would not let their efforts and that time go in vain!
"Then--" he looked around frantically, as if searching for an answer. There had to be some way to do this! "We'll have to delay the execution!" Yes, there had to be a way. He could think of one person that could help them do such a thing...
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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 21:30:09 GMT -5
Everything had been set it place. The evidence against Aredian, the Witchfinder, was complete, and Gaius could be proven innocent. But he was late, it had taken longer than he had thought it would. He ran with all speed back to Gwen's house, he had to get there quickly, to tell her that they could prove Aredian as a liar.
There was no way that Gaius had been using magic against these people, that wasn't the type of person he was. He couldn't believe that the King wouldn't put more faith in his friend, in Gaius. He didn't bother to knock, Gwen would be expecting him, and burst into her house frantically.
At her words, he looked at her, and without hesitation said, "It's done! Everything's in place!" Now they had to hurry and get to the court, to tell the king that Aredian was lying and they had proof. But the worried look on Gwen's face told him that something was wrong...
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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 20:42:01 GMT -5
Merlin remained silent for a few moments, knowing that he would not be able to convince Arthur that everything was okay. They both knew that everything was not okay, but Arthur wanted to shoulder the blame. Blaming himself wouldn't do anyone any good, and Merlin knew that Arthur was not to blame! Morgana was, her and all her evil intentions. She had come along, insisted to come along, and now here they were, in a cell in Cenred's castle. It wasn't Arthur's fault that he didn't know about Morgana.
Yet he couldn't tell the man. What would he even begin to begin with? "Yeah, your 'sister' who you don't know is related to you wants you dead." Yeah, that would sound just... wonderful and convincing, wouldn't it? No, he couldn't tell Arthur, especially in their current predicament.
But the fact that he was in this predicament didn't seem to bother him as much as the fact that everyone else was. Merlin sighed, even rolled his eyes, and looked away. What to say now? He wasn't going to just sit there and be silent, let the Prince tell him that he shouldn't come along with him. "Arthur... don't let it be your greatest regret. It wasn't a matter of 'letting' us."
He couldn't deny that Arthur's tone, though, worried him. He was being open, or as open as was possible for Arthur, and voicing his regret in an obvious tone. Had Arthur given up? Merlin surely hopped not. They all needed Arthur to be able to escape. He was the strength and battle guy here! If anything, he could think of a plan to help them escape. "I'll escape, Arthur. You're my friend, I won't let you ride into danger alone. You can't defeat everything alone. If anything happened to you, and I hadn't come to help, I wouldn't be able to face the others. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. If..." he took a deep breath and continued, "If my death came from being beside you, then I wouldn't have it any other way. You're more important than I am, to the kingdom, to your father, to Gwen, to me. If my destiny is to die protecting you, or die beside you, then I will fight to do so until my last breath."
He turned away after that, leaving his words at that. If Arthur responded, so be it, Merlin would continue to respond, but he doubted that his words would change. He meant everything that he said. If by following Arthur one day got him killed, he wasn't afraid of it. It would be a death he was proud of, and only more so if it could save Arthur. And he knew Gwen felt the same way.
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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 18:07:14 GMT -5
Merlin shook his head at Arthur's words. He just wasn't going to accept this, was he? Of course, he couldn't really blame it, it was quite a disturbing thing, really. And, he had to admit, quietly, to himself, and never aloud, that yes, he probably was the only man that found this easy. But really, it wasn't hard! You just had to know how to put things together, and actually pay attention! "If you used that brain of yours for once, than even you would be able to figure it out." he said in defense.
He grinned a little then. Yes, he did do that a little too easily, huh? But then that smile would fail as Arthur suggested that if he wasn't dressed like a woman, they would try to find him one here. He turned near a deathly pale and stared at the Prince with wide eyes. How could he suggest such a thing in a Brothel house?! "N-No." he stammered. The thought revolted him, and he couldn't hide it. He didn't even want to be here! So, now that Arthur said that, he was glad that he was dressed as a woman!! What else could go wrong?!
He quickly shook this off when Arthur called him an expert about this and asked him what they should do next. He looked over Arthur. "Pretty convincing," he said. "There's just something else needed..." He bit his lower lip in thought, then held up a finger and grinned triumphantly, almost like he had read Arthur's thoughts. "I know what is missing!" He turned around and headed for the packs. Hoisting it up, he had to force back a laugh as he pulled out several objects and, turning around, a serious look replaced his expression.
Makeup!
"Pink, purple, red?" he asked, holding out the makeup. "What kind of color scheme do you want?"
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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 17:33:52 GMT -5
 Merlin couldn't actually agree that it was a ridiculous test. Perhaps a strange one, one that had nearly made him have a heart attack at the conclusion of it, but it was sound. It made sense. And Arthur had passed, thank God. If he hadn't, now Merlin's opinion on the test would have been quite different, and he would have been quite angry over it; after getting through his shock and denial, of course. He was still a little shocked, and only more so after the fact that Arthur had survived, but now it was a good shock, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
He wasn't sure if Anhora would actually lift it. No... he thought that they could trust him. "Arthur..." he said in a contemplative tone. "Actually, I don't think it's Anhora that can lift the curse. I think there was a deeper magic at work, a magic that involved something that he couldn't put to pass. He said that when you kill a Unicorn, you must prove yourself pure of heart. And you did that. I think we can trust him that the curse will be lifted, yes."
To Arthur's response about him hitting him, Merlin's grin widened. He didn't usually take the threats seriously, and now he took it even less seriously, because he was just too happy. "You are okay! The same old Arthur!" he laughed. He watched Arthur worriedly, though, when he tried to stand up, but he didn't seem to be having too much trouble, so he let his grin return and also stood up. And then Arthur commented about him coming here. He knew that Arthur couldn't be too serious, he had said that he was glad that Merlin had come, but he still answered seriously, yet still wore his smile, "Because you're my friend. And that's what friends do, Arthur."
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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 6:39:11 GMT -5
 Merlin continued to glare at Arthur when the Prince just ignored him and left. He couldn't believe this! How could Arthur just allow someone to be executed! And he didn't even tell Merlin what he wanted to hear! That he didn't plan on allowing this, that he planned on doing something. Merlin wanted to know that Arthur wasn't that heartless! He didn't really know Neav, but he knew that he hadn't meant any harm. He just wanted to heal the horse.
He accompanied Arthur to the throne room, so silent and grim that he wasn't even sure if the Prince knew he was there anymore. And then, when Arthur went in, he turned around and stalked to the end of the hallway to take up a position there and wait. Merlin wasn't quite sure how long he waited, but he did. He had nothing else to do, but was thinking of ways to break Neav out, with or without Arthur's help. He wouldn't allow this to happen.
He had finally sat down against the wall when Arthur finally came out, and by the way he walked, just that normal air about him that he usually had, Merlin knew that the king had ordered Neav executed. He hadn't expected anything less. And so he instantly stood up and pressed himself against the wall. He planned on secretly following the Prince, and that course would lead him to the expected place. The dungeons. He had come to tell Neav that the king had ordered him executed.
Merlin knew that the guards wouldn't let him in, or at least, would inform the Prince, and he didn't want that. But he couldn't get close to listen if they were there. Taking a deep breath, he peered around a corner in the section he was hiding at, and noticed that there was an urn next to where he was standing. A small one, probably just holding incense or something, but he picked it up quietly, set it on its side, and mumbled, "Swertha!" which made the urn roll out. The guards both came closer to the area, drawing their swords quietly, and Merlin smiled as they neared his corner. "Swefe nu!" he said, his eyes glowing the telltale gold color of magic before returning to normal. Upon this magical command, both guards slipped forward, falling asleep where they stood.
Merlin rushed forward and used all his strength, despite how "much" that was, to make sure that the guards didn't fall with a heavy crash. Gently, grunting with it, he lowered them to the ground before stepping over their bodies and quietly sneaking towards the cell, where he would lean against the wall and listen, grinning at his own cleverness.
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Post by pie on Oct 31, 2010 6:15:22 GMT -5
Merlin smiled a little at Gwen thankfully as she wiped some of the dirt off of his shirt. And then, at the Prince's words, Merlin looked around nervously, with an air of innocence, as if he had no idea what Arthur was talking about when he questioned what he was doing out there. When Gwen answered, Merlin looked back at him and nodded, smiling, forcing his nervousness to disappear. "What Gwen said, I was coming here." Because that was the truth. It just wasn't what he was exactly doing outside that made him fall so easily when Arthur pulled open the door.
He wanted to protest when Gwen claimed that doors were tricky for him and that he never learned to knock. That wasn't true! Kinda! Okay, it was. He didn't recall the last time he actually knocked on Gwen's door. He usually burst or walked right in, as if he didn't seem to realize that it was courteous to actually knock. But he knew that she was teasing, and so couldn't stop grinning.
He'd give Arthur an I-didn't-do-anything look before walking further into the small home and coming up beside Gwen. "Thanks for inviting me, Gwen," he said sincerely and politely.
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And then perhaps you could say hi to us! I'm going to miss you, even though I don't really know you that well, which is sad, but for the time I have known you, it's been great! And I wish you good luck with your new job and the future! At least it's something that you enjoy, right?!
