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Dull Night
It was dark.
The night had fallen on Camelot once again and the stars were glimmering against the almost-black sky. There were only one candle burning in Arthur’s room to create at least some light into the room that had been consumed with shadows of every possible shade.
Arthur was sitting in his chair, staring outside the window as he leaned his cheek against his palm. During some nights, he just couldn’t sleep and he was locked there, with only his head full of thoughts that wouldn’t leave him alone no matter what he tried.
The prince sighed lightly, still keeping his eyes in the nightly view.
The return of the cheesecake (Gwen, Lancelot and anyone else who wants cheesecake)
That was along day, Gwen stated in mind when she finally closed her book. It was only her first day and they already had quite a lot of homework - she had no more doubts about Camelot College was for the talented. It was about 7 or 8 at the evening and she got enough of being alone, so it was time to have some social life. That day, among others she happily discovered that she had a class with Merlin and Arthur, another one Gwaine and also she paired up with Morgana to do some project work. She was looking forward to it, as Morgana seemed to be a nice girl, also she was the first girl she met since she’d arrived here. Unfortunately, she didn’t see Lancelot during the whole day, so she was thinking about a good reason to visit room 102.
Maybe I should ask Gwaine about a book, she wondered. Or bring him a book - that would be more credible. At that moment she had the best idea ever: the cheesecake! So Gwen ran to the fridge, hoping that the cake hadn’t gone off yet. She took out the box and tasted the cheesecake - it was totally fine. Great!
With the cheesecake and a knife she left her room and knocked on the 102’s door with a heart pounding quite fast, hoping that there was someone inside.
(OOC: I hope you don’t mind that I’ve started the second day. :) )
Like Angels In Flight || Arthur & Gwen (aka Gareth)
Arthur had been having a few rough days. Between travelling to the North, fighting magical creatures, nursing his wounded manservant, and planning the reconstruction of everything his sister had broken, he was exhausted. He knew his problems were far from over, and that it pretty much came with the package of being king, but that didn’t mean he was happy with the current situation of himself, Merlin, and the entire kingdom.
He took a good look at the damage in the villages, named sir Elyan and sir Gwaine in charge of the reconstruction, and asked how many of his men volunteered to stay and help. Many did, but not too many that it would put a strain on the people of these lands or use up all their resources and food supplies.
Into The Woods | Arthur & Merlin
Great. Just great.
Just another trip into the far away woods with only one companion, Merlin, thought Arthur as he was riding his ride deeper into the forest. It was about noon now and the sun was shining through the tree tops placing shadows on the leaf-covered forest floor.
Not that he disliked being in the woods like that, but there still was something that highly annoyed him. Maybe it was the very fact that they were out to look for some sort of a magical thing, that they’d probably not find.
Arthur let out a sigh, he looked around himself only seeing trees and bushes… they’d need to go much more deeper if they actually wanted to find what they were after. Merlin was riding behind him, or at least this was what the prince assumed since he didn’t bother to look over his shoulder all the time.
Good morning {Gwen and Merlin}
Gwen woke up hearing some upbeat music from upstairs. She couldn’t recognise the song that made her groan, because it was half past seven in the morning and her first class started at ten o’clock. She turned onto her right side, pulling the pillow on the top of her head, trying to sleep back.
She couldn’t.
Gwen crawled out of her bed annoyed, thinking that this day couldn’t be saved after such a terrible start. She still thought that after coming out of the bathroom, with her hair combed, her contact-lenses in, wearing a purple T-shirt and jeans, while the music upstairs was still on. As she had plenty of time until her class she decided to have breakfast in the cafeteria - she needed to get out of here where she couldn’t hear that annoying beat. So she grabbed her bag, her keys and left the room.
Just Before the Dawn || Arthur & Merlin
Sometime during the night (Merlin couldn’t be entirely sure when. Ever since his initial collapse on the battlefield, his sense of time was few and far between), Merlin’s stomach rolled treacherously. His abdomen puttered outwards over a hitch in his breath as he waited for the wave to pass.
It didn’t.
Realizing he’d have to give in to the inevitable, Merlin uncurled himself from Arthur’s arms, careful not to wake the sleeping King. Slowly, cautiously, he shifted his legs over the side of the bed. He was shaking all over, and worried he’d make the bed tremble and wake Arthur, he made a move to stand. Immediately he was struck with an overwhelming feeling of nausea and dizziness. He was disoriented, confused, hot and cold all over. For a moment he had no idea what was going on. Only that he felt sick and if he didn’t make it over to the chamber pot on the other side of the room soon, Arthur was going to make him clean his own sick off the floor.
After half a dozen pathetic steps forward, Merlin legs weakened beneath him. Everything was a blur of muted color as he slipped downwards, or was it upwards? He landed on his hands and knees, trying fruitlessly to process what just happened and how he ended up on the floor. His adam’s apple bobbled as he swallowed on repeat to keep the nausea at bay.
He felt heavy. From his eyelids right down to his knees. Every muscle in him was weighing him down. Was it possible for someone to be pulled through the floor? Merlin thought so and the thought was enough to scare him into crawling toward the chamber pot. He stopped, mere inches from his destination, to turn and eye his King. Arthur looked every bit as beautiful sleeping as he did awake; if not more so. However, while people tended to look younger when they slept, like the viewer has just stepped back in time to watch a child, Arthur looked aged. As if being King took more of a toll on him then he admitted to and, weakened in his state of sleep, couldn’t hold up the facade. What was left was an Arthur who, still beautiful, seemed older. Hardened.
He’d make sure Arthur kept laughing in the midst of duties.
He turned back to the chamber pot. Suddenly the inches it would take to reach seemed like an impossible trek. He swallowed hard again, resigning to making himself look like a fool, and lest not forget the lovely dash of embarrassment that will join the party.
Gwaine left the training grounds feeling exhausted and in dire need of a distraction. He strode into the Rising Sun and was greeted with familiar shouts and quips.
Look what the wildren dragged in!
Welcome back, Sir Drain!
Are you alright, Gwaine? I haven’t seen you since noon; I was getting worried.
Gwaine gave them all a good-natured scowl and sat himself at a table with some other regulars. “Alright, you sorry sods,” he announced to the entire tavern, “whoever can make me forget about how annoying Princess Arthur is will be treated to a drink!”
The Visitor ll Gwen and Merlin
The village was quiet, the people were sleeping, except a few men who were standing guard. Even though it was a long, tiring day, Gwen couldn’t sleep. Too much things had happened to her to lay down and sleep peacefully: there were the golems, Morgana, Merlin and also, Gwaine. Even one one of them would’ve been enough for an insomnia. She threw a glance at his brother, who sleeping and she envied him for that, since she was exhausted as well, but she couldn’t blink an eye.
She was thinking of the things that had happened that day, reliving it all over and over again. She wondered how Merlin was right now. Before meeting the village head, Arthur had said he had a been a bit better. She wanted to see him, but she couldn’t go to him as Gareth, since they didn’t know each other. However, now everyone is sleeping, she thought.
A few minutes later she was out on the streets, sneaking towards the house where Merlin was resting. Of course, she was wearing her chainmail and helmet, since the people in the village already knew Gareth, so it was much safer than that. She remembered well where Merlin was, so she could find it quite easily. He didn’t share a room with the other wounded people, which relieved Gwen, because thus she could take off her helmet. She just couldn’t go closer to Merlin wearing that - he might think that she would want to murder him, sent by Morgana.
Merlin was asleep, with bandages around his chest, covering that enormous wound he had. He looked pale in the light of a single candle, making Gwen worry about him. She gently placed one hand on his forehead - fortunately he didn’t have fever right now. “What were doing here?” she asked in a low voice, knowing he wouldn’t answer, since he wasn’t awake.
M!A: Can't shake away the coldness and dreams.
Arthuria had been sitting confortably in her desk reading. So invested in the tale she was that she didn’t realize when the fire burn down. Feeling a certain coldness in her body, she lifted her gaze, just to see a burning fire and a woman standing next to it.
“Mother…” she murmured, trembling. Igraine smiled and told her how ashamed of her she was. Then a young boy appeared and repeated Igraine’s words.
One by one, illusions of people who lost their lives by her show up on her room, telling her everything they thought about their murderer. “Stop!” she screamed, bracing herself, unable to warm.
A Kingdom Strong, but Built of Blood
It had been three days since the crowning of the new king. Finally, the elder Pendragon had passed on his crown. Finally, it was time for Merlin to make Camelot the strongest kingdom the world had ever known- to fulfill his destiny. The warlock stood looking down into the courtyard from the window in Arthur’s chambers. It was still too early for most of the townspeople to be awake and it would be another two hours before the cobblestones were alive with artisans and merchants making their trades with the royal household. Merlin smiled to himself. Before long it would be a place where sorcerers and druids made their home openly and where magic was not hated, but revered.
The warlock looked over to the bed where Arthur still slept. “Soon, my king.” He whispered and went to the table where Arthur’s royal documents were scattered and sat down. He scrawled a note on one of the pieces of parchment. Merlin warmed the blood red wax of the house of Pendragon and poured the liquid onto the document, sealing it with the Pendragon emblem. The warlock stood and walked to the far corner of Arthur’s room again, glancing once at the king before he pulled open the window and summoned a raven. He attached the parchment to its leg and off it flew, unnoticed into the dawn.
M!A Pickpocket // Open!
Merlin’s shoulder went colliding with another, the young warlock playing off the accidental bump as one hand reached for the stranger’s shoulder. ”Sorry, sorry,” he murmured, opposite hand slipping into his newest victim’s closest pocket, managing to draw out a fair number of coins. Closing the coins in a loose fist, he smiled to the stranger and went on his way.
Untitled || Open RP
Uther sat on the stone stairs outside of the castle, which led up to several doors that all opened up into a room, that broke off into many hallways that went to many different rooms, and parts of the castle. In the blond prince’s lap was his sword, he was sharpening it’s dulled edge. His blond bangs had fallen into his face, and now hung in his eyes as he looked down at the sword, intent on bringing it back to good condition.
The prince at that moment was trying not to think of much of anything, and he wasn’t. He daydreamed instead, about hearing the gallop of a horse, then looking up to see a unicorn standing tall and proud a few yards in front of him. The daydream, short and brief ended when the creature galloped away.
