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[onceandfutureprat]

[Spam for Merlin]

[The last Arthur remembered, he went to sleep in his room. The king pushed himself up on his elbows, scanning his surroundings. That was definitely not where he was now. For one thing, the bed he was on was... completely horrible and he only knew of one person that slept in this tiny, messy room. And that was--]

Merlin!



[Later; filtered to friends; one nice conversation rule applies]

I understand I... slept through a port. How are you doing?

[Private to Arya]

What did you do for the last week?

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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[The breather throws her, and she realizes he gave her that half second on purpose. So she brings her sword around to knock into his as hard as she can - which jars her, but she steps inside his reach with the swing, thrusting the sword point at his stomach. With some restraint, at least, because she doesn't want to hurt him, just beat him. In her head, it's as easy as the way Syrio Forel beat her when she first held a wooden sword, but in practice, it's much harder.]