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

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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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[Lmao you also looked like his sister :c]

I remember.

Is that a yes?

[EVERYTHING IS WEIRD.]

Yes.

[A beat]

Nymeria's coming too.

Fine by me.

[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.]

[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?

Yes. [Ish. Nymeria ignores them to trot around the room, sniffing at all the new sweat smells. Arya just goes to pick up one of the swords, swinging her arm around with it to stretch a little.]

A girl remembers being here. Before. [She's still concentrating on the sword.] When they called her Cat.

[Arthur looks mildly surprised for a moment, because he didn't think that she did.]

Do you miss it?

[She shrugs.]

A girl is no one now. But people knew her as someone. [Basically she's really damn confused and isn't exactly sure how to handle this anymore. She wants to be Faceless, but no one buys it.]

They still do. [Himself included in this. No one buys it because no one here has been creepy brainwashed by an old man except for you]

Why do you really want to be no one?

[Whatever, she was willingly brainwashed okay.]

The Faceless will teach me to be stronger.

[You're a child and traumatized, that doesn't count as willing]

Funny, it sounds like running away.

[DOES TOO it really doesn't :c]

It isn't. [And she scowls up at him for a moment before she can push it away, and swings her sword to stretch out her arm.]

[Arthur swung his sword in her direction, aiming to catch her off her guard.]

It is.

[She sees him move, though, like Syrio taught, and hops backward. She can't get her sword up fast enough, but at least she is quick enough to dodge. She makes a pass at him, then, and says nothing for a long moment, frowning while she thinks (it makes her think of Gendry, who always looked like it hurt to think, but she doesn't want to think of him).]

So what if it is? They'll teach me so I'll never have to run again. [And then she would run back to Westeros, to slit the throats of everyone who betrayed her pack.]

[Arthur holds his attack while she's quiet. But once she speaks, he swings at her again.]

Or they're teaching you to never stop.

[She does block this time, parries and thrusts at his middle.]

They're not. They're teaching me to be Faceless. You were taught to be stronger. It's not different.

[.....it's kind of different.]

[It's completely different. He was also taught the knight's code, which he strongly suspects is something you've never heard of.]

Anyone can be strong, Jeyne. It's what you do with it that makes the difference.

I'm going to get justice with it.

"Justice, or revenge?" [He's really, not the best person to give this kind of talk without being a hypocrite, because he's confused them before.]

They're the same thing. [Duh. B|]

[Arthur laughs a little. His father would say the same thing, he's pretty sure. Guinevere would say another.]

If you think that, then power doesn't suit you.

[She thinks he's laughing at her, and she doesn't like that, so she swings at him again.]

I don't care about power. I don't want her crown. [Just her throat. And she remembers she isn't supposed to decide who lives or dies, is this just a test B(]

[It's a test of honor. And you're failing that. Or something. Arthur blocks her swing.]

I know what you want. She might deserve to die, but she also deserves a fair trial.

[No fuck you.]

Why? She's guilty, and a liar, and I - and a girl knows she is.

[Arthur caught the slip, arching an eyebrow at her but he didn't point it out.]

Then a fair trial would find her so.

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