onceandfutureprat

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[Filtered to people who have trained with him before - Tim, Dick, Arthas, Arya, etc. Even if you just responded to previous posts once, you are on it.]

Training sometime this week? That is, if you are physically able to after that port.

[Private to Nathan]

A report of your status, sir.

[Private/Spammish to Morgana]

Would you meet me on deck? I have something I wish to discuss with you.

[Spammish because he's standing outside your room, staring at that door like it killed his father. But it could just be a door and he wants definite proof.]

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[Merlin watched her go, then rounded on Arthur, finally releasing the grip on his boot.]

No, you won't, Arthur. Not here.

[Morgana believed him. She was too vulnerable here, with no weapon, no magic, no friends. The same as Camelot when she'd run. Why did he always, always win?

She didn't wait to see what Merlin had to say or why Arthur had stopped; it was a blessing that he had, she didn't much care why. So she turned away and fled down the stairs. It was a relief not to hide all the hatred she felt for him anymore.]

"You--" [Whatever the end of that sentence was, Arthur never gave it to him. He just glared at Merlin while sticking his sword back in it's place on his belt.]

"She's a traitor to Camelot. It's nothing less than she deserves."

"And what then? You've seen what happens to people who die here."

"If she stays away, then that won't be a problem."

"Arthur, listen to yourself. The Admiral invited you here because you're better than this, and if you let your anger control you then you'll end up an Inmate alongside her."

[That is both insulting to him and the first time he's ever heard of demotion. Banishment is simpler.]

"... that happens." [Name your sources.]

"I've seen it. Not in anyone who's here at the moment, but - there was a woman, Persephone, who was demoted even after she'd graduated an inmate herself. It happens." 'Woman' is not really the term but he doesn't feel like explaining how many pantheons have been represented on the Barge so far.

"I cannot simply ignore the things she's done to Camelot, to my father." To his own pride and feelings for the continuous lies.

"I know, Arthur. But simply killing her whenever you set eyes on her won't help anything. All it will do is tell her that everything she's ever hated about you and your father is real."

"I have no interest in making peace with her, Merlin." And that was his wounded pride talking more than anything. She'd duped him, again and it was just simpler to cut her out for good. "She will never be welcome in my presence or in Camelot again."

"I'm not saying you have to make peace with her," he said, standing his ground even though the shove had aggravated his cracked ribs and all he wanted to do was crawl away and hide. It hurt to stand up straight. "But you can't let her drag you to her level either."

He didn't respond to that piece of advice for a long time, because there wasn't really much to say besides Merlin was kind of right and he didn't want to form those words in his mouth. If he never saw her here, which it couldn't be that hard to avoid her, then that was good enough for him.

"How long have you known? That this was her door."

"About five minutes longer than you have. I was coming to your cabin and I noticed it for the first time."

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"And why were you coming to my quarters?"

"To make sure you were alright after port." Obviously.

"I think I survived the port better than you did." With your... enchantedness and your weird clothes.

Merlin was completely ashen-faced for a moment, but it cleared and he nodded. "Yeah. Probably." A moment passed. "Wait, did we - did you see me, during port?"

Arthur gave him a completely unamused look.

"You enchanted yourself. And touched my hair."

"Really? I don't remember that."

Yes he did. Every terrible moment of it.

Arthur didn't seem to care if he remembered it or not. He was just as offended either way.

"That, Merlin, is because you're an idiot."

Arthur still appeared to be prepared to follow his advice though, so Merlin was electing to take that on the chin. And it was easier than pointing out he hadn't been himself and had dealt prolonged, bloody deaths to three people while not himself, two of whom he now had to share the Barge with.

"Yes, sire."

He nodded slightly and didn't say anything for a long minute before he straightened a little bit, like gaining strength to say it. "I suppose some thanks are in order. For alerting me to the truth." Whether he means about Morgana or not killing her, that is for Merlin to decide.

Merlin gave a single nod of his own. He couldn't say he wouldn't hide anything from Arthur again because honestly he couldn't guarantee that, but still....

"You're welcome."

He twisted his heel against the floor, restless.

"I'll....go, then."

Arthur started to nod and then he changed his mind, looking over at Merlin. "But first, Merlin? There seems to be something on my boots. You should probably clean them. By hand." Yeah, he figured you did something magical to his boot to keep him from chasing Morgana. No more stupid stories when it came to that shit anymore.

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