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.021 - i'm sorry arthur has nothing public to say about that flood :c

[Arthur is a restless sleeper. And half the time he ends up curled around a pillow just to have something to hold. While that habit will probably be a good thing in his marriage, it's not really that great when the person he's got an arm around is Morgana. Because they were kids yesterday and he let her sleep in his room because hers wasn't suitable and it wasn't as though either one of them would've accepted sleeping on the floor.

So he's holding her like she is his wife, and he's not awake enough to realize that it's all wrong.]

[Private to Merlin]

Lord Merlin, hm?

[Private to Scrad/Charlie]

I apologize. For my behavior towards you in the flood.

[Private to Arya]

Would you like another lesson in your swordplay?

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Felt like a change.

[There's every chance that Arthur had been planning on bullying him like normal but this takes a sudden turn for the serious.]

Is that what you want?

[What.]

What?

No. I - no.

Why would you ask that?

Edited (more tone-appropriate icon B|) 2012-10-25 18:18 (UTC)

[All wrong. But she actually slept through the night, no nightmares, no visions, only a REM cycle she was sorely in need of. So when she starts to stir next to him, she doesn't fully grasp that she is not in her room, or that someone's arm is around her.

And let's face it, the bed smells like clean sheets and Arthur, and as much as she hates him now, as much as she wants him dead for so many different things, she had equated this smell with being safe for years. And it's hard to knock sense memories like that.

She does kick him accidentally, though, and the jarring finally makes her open her eyes. It's a sleepy, unfocused confusion that lets her recognize that this isn't her room without immediately leaping out of the bed.]

I was older.

[How do you talk about this. :c]

You'd rather continue as my manservant?

[A pause, then:]

Until the day I die.

Ow, Guinevere. [Arthur retreats just a little, and it occurs to him that her hair feels all wrong. It also seems weird that Guinevere would kick him, because he's the restless, snoring like a pig one in this marriage.]

[Lmao you also looked like his sister :c]

I remember.

Is that a yes?

Why? [Not like, why him but why would you want to keep being his bitch :c]

How else am I supposed to stay close enough to keep you out of trouble?

[Ahaha that's not funny at all because he totally needs it doesn't he :c]

Good question.

[Alright alright, serious now.]

Arthur, I don't care what I am to you. If I'd been born to a different station, if I'd been a lord or a knight or if I'd never become your servant and I'd spent these last years picking herbs and delivering salves for Gaius...I still would have done everything that I've done nonetheless. I would have found a way.

Can't deny it would have been trickier, though.

[Sorry, it's easier to make stones bleed than to snap Arthur out of feeling sorry for himself :c]

I could just step aside, Merlin. That would make everything easier for you.

[Well she was very awake now. Morgana kicks him hard this time, turning just enough to shove him away so she can scramble off the bed. For a moment she just stares at him because what the hell, but of course the past few days come flood back and she wants to scream. She's actually so unbearably angry that she can't quite form words yet, so take advantage, Arthur.]

[EVERYTHING IS WEIRD.]

Yes.

[A beat]

Nymeria's coming too.

[Arthur yelps when she kicks him again, and that's enough to wake him up fully. It hits him like a stone wall and he feels sick, and like he needs a hundred baths, and kind of like he wants to jump off the side of the Barge.

It doesn't help that he isn't wearing a shirt right now.]

... It was the flood. [It sound stupid even to him, but. What else can he say? Sorry I was nice to you as a child? Sorry I assumed you were Guinevere but she's the only woman who's ever been in my bed? Please don't kill me in a fit of magical rage?]

Fine by me.

[She wouldn't mind hearing any of that, honestly.]

Oh the flood, [she sneers, mocking him because OBVIOUSLY IT WAS THE FLOOD ARTHUR.] Of course, the flood--

[And she is picking up a pillow and just throwing it at him, be glad she's too skeeved out to think hey this is a perfect chance to kill him.

And honestly, she's angrier at Merlin; of course he would do everything right the second time around, when it doesn't matter.]

You - you--

[She wants to insult him but she can't find the right words, so Morgana lets out a wordless not-quite-a-shriek sound, because how do normal people deal with anger.]

[And she's heading for the gym, Nymeria walking along side her and occasionally running ahead when she catches a scent she wants to explore. Arya's brooding, though, and she's silent when she walks into the gym.]

[The pillow doesn't really hurt anything but his pride. Arthur still frowns as he tosses it aside, and he pushes himself out of the bed, looking around, somewhat desperately for a tunic to pull on. He's not having much success.]

What?

[Arthur's brooding too. And he usually takes out his feelings on the training field, so he might as well check in with Arya while he's at it. Make sure she's okay.

He looks up at her when she enters, nodding slightly in her direction.]

Alright, Jeyne?

[There's a five minute pause, and when he comes back to the network, he sounds broken and furious at the same time and he can barely make his mouth form words.]

How dare you?

[That's it, Arthur. You've lost your wizard until a further air-clearing argument.]

[Arthur's honestly surprised by the force of that. And given the headache that's been brewing behind his eyes all morning since he woke up next to Morgana, he's not really in the mood to explore it further in that moment.

Merlin's saved Camelot. Merlin would've done it whether they were friends or not. And it's not that he's ungrateful, because he's not. He has a poor way of showing it, and is a sore loser. And everything he's built his confidence on, all the brave deeds he did, it doesn't feel as rock solid as it used to and he doesn't know where that leaves him. He wants to give up his crown like he wants to chop off his own arm, and he knows that he relies on his knights to help protect the kingdom. He's just... never realized how much he relies on Merlin.

It takes him several hours to wander in the direction of Merlin's room. It's definitely later than normal visiting hours, but that doesn't stop him from knocking. When there's no response, Arthur touches the handle, only to find it locked. That's never happened to him in Camelot, Gaius' door being locked, though none of this really has so he might as well start getting used to it.

His headache is back, and the king walks off, rubbing at his temple.]

Edited (to include the ignoring so it seems complete :c) 2012-10-26 00:42 (UTC)

[Her eyes flash, and a shirt is flying across the room to slap him in the face, YOU'RE WELCOME.]

You must have loved that. [Wait. No. Not the bed part--] The flood.

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