onceandfutureprat

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To anyone that I have sparred with since arriving here, or even anyone new who would be interested, would you happen to have any spare time today for another match?

[Private to Merlin]

[This took him like six times to actually put down on paper. And he still doesn't think it's a good idea.]

What really happened with the Questing Beast?

[Private to Charles]

Do you have a moment?

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[Oh so you talk to him when you need something. :|]

Gaius told me that being bitten by the Questing Beast meant that the Old Religion had chosen you to die. If I was going to save you, it had to be by offering another life in return, to restore the balance.

I went to the Isle of the Blessed and found the sorceress Nimueh there. She gave me the Cup Of Life, and told me that if you were to drink water from it, someone else would die so that you could live. I promised her that I would freely give my life so that yours would be spared. I took the Cup back to Camelot, and you started to recover after you drank from it.

Then my mother came to Camelot. She was dying. Nimueh [or that fucking dragon who knows] took her life instead of mine. Then I learnt that Gaius had gone to the Isle of the Blessed, to give his life to spare ours.

I followed him there. Nimueh asked me to join her, but I refused. We fought, and I killed her. The balance of life and death was restored by that.

That's what happened.

[Sorry Arthur needs a long time to process all of the crap you get up to when he's not looking. WHICH IS APPARENTLY A LOT]

Then why is Morgana here with a deal to save my life from that bite?

I don't know.

She doesn't know anything that's happened in the past three years. [EXPLAIN THIS DAMNIT]

[After a good long while:]

I don't know if it's a good idea to assume that.

She swore it on her mother's grave. [Whom, Arthur is pretty sure she still likes]

[Arthur, it's adorable that you trust people when they say things but it's possibly not very useful :c]

They're just words, Arthur.

[What did we say about calling me sire :|]

What proof do you have otherwise?

I haven't. Neither of us have proof of anything.

[Long pause. This may be a worse idea than contacting you in the first place. But damn it all he is not writing out his feelings anymore.]

Come to my chambers.

Edited 2012-02-10 04:54 (UTC)

[Sigh. He doesn't want to, because he's already pretty sick of all this 'I hate you but I'm going to order you about anyway', but doing what Arthur says is at least somewhat wired in at this point. So he goes. And knocks on the door, which is unusual, but apparently it's what you do when all the trust is gone from your relationship.]

"Enter." [That's probably not helping the ordering you around thing but broody pants doesn't want to get up from his seat.]

Merlin let himself in and closed the door behind him silently but didn't really go very far beyond it.

"Sire."

And by this point, he was fine with Arthur setting the subject and tone of the conversation so he didn't say anything else.

Arthur didn't really even look at him much when he came in, he was too busy staring at the candlestick on his table. That might have been the one he'd thrown at Merlin, he wasn't really sure. Probably was.

"Things between us could have been different. If I'd paid more attention to her."

This could be a second chance at that. And wasn't that what this ship was all about, second chances? He could still see Camelot run over in his head, but was it fair to hold a crime she had no idea about against her?

"What could you have done differently, Arthur? If you'd spent more time with her, she would have felt even worse about having to keep her magic secret."

"Obviously there were other secrets she held on to." Most notable being the fact that she was his sister.

"Obviously," but he felt his point was still perfectly valid so he didn't elaborate.

If one more close and trusted person came forward with magic and a sob story about how they had to hide it from him, he was seriously going to hit them.

"If she's telling the truth, and I believe she is, it wouldn't be fair of me to hold the future against her."

He was silent for a moment, groping around for a diplomatic response.

"She turned against Camelot because she felt nobody there would support her. Morgause offered her what we didn't," he said finally. "Even if she is lying, if she's an Inmate, then she wouldn't be here if she couldn't change. Either way I don't think either of us should turn our backs on her."

Arthur looked up at him finally. "I'm tired of questioning her honesty already. If you know something, then say it. If you don't, then hold your tongue until you do."

Merlin wanted to throw something at him for a moment, but it passed.

"I have duties in the Infirmary, sire," he said - using the sort of detached tone he only ever used around visiting dignitaries to show a sense of decorum. "With your leave?"

The prince watched him for a moment, unsure of that tone, before waving his hand lightly. "Go on."

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