All the pretty flames make things so warm.
I definitely think it is the charred remains of the men who tried to defend this village.
Keeping your nose out of trouble, I see.
Arthur should thank me. They were smuggling druids who had the book that I wanted.
Arthur doesn’t condone needless death. No matter who is killed.
All the pretty flames make things so warm.
I definitely think it is the charred remains of the men who tried to defend this village.
Keeping your nose out of trouble, I see.
Naps.
“Oof,” Merlin scrambled to get himself back to his feet, but with the darkness of the hallway combined with his natural clumsiness, all he managed to do was tangle himself in his legs and Gwaine’s. He fingered the cold stones as he balanced himself upright once more. He placed on a wide grin to hide any embarrassment Gwaine’s look might bestow upon him. Nodding, he looked down at himself as if checking his body over, “Yup. I think so, anyway.”
He cocked his head to the left and smirked, a quip about Gwaine’s sleeping arrangement already on the tip of his tongue. He scrapped up the blanket and folded it over his arm before offering a hand to help Gwaine up. “Arthur give you a time-out again?”
Merlin scrunched his nose out at the knight, frowning when he caught the obvious scent of ale and gin. “And apparently with good reason to.”
As Gwaine narrowed his eyes at the shape on the ground beside him, which seemed to indefinitely be Merlin. When he heard the voice, he was convinced. Only the serving boy would have tripped over him in such a manner. Clumsy must have been in the genes. Luckily, no one had really been hurt. “Seems like you.”
He lifted himself to his feet, cringing at the feel of a throbbing headache. Now that he was up, he could make his way to Gaius and find something to aid him with the hangover. It wasn’t usual for him to drink so much, but he intended to celebrate while Camelot itself was safe. The outlying tows were still in danger and he knew Arthur would soon send them off to aid. “No, more like a night off.”
Gwaine gave Merlin a glare as he scrunched his nose. Sniffing himself, he knew no different. “Oh quit it. And get me to that master of yours. I need something for my head.”
(Source: sirsirgwaine)
All the pretty flames make things so warm.
Lucky Morgana found a magic book and is trying out her hand at these spells.
*throws a bucket of water on* Is it hot in here, or is it just me?
More attacks?
At once, sire. I will do what I can for them.
Naps.
Merlin was exhausted. It was nearly dawn and the young warlock had yet to get even a minute of rest. He was up with the sun to fetch Arthur’s breakfast and wake him - and waking the King had been the only highlight of his day -, then to the stalls to muck out the previous days escapades, don’t forget carrying Arthur’s armor that weight the same - if not more - than himself, and then Arthur thought it would be humorous to make the already weary man pound the dust out of every tapestry in the castle. And that was all before supper.
He sluggishly walked down the hall, his right hand outstretched cupping a ball of light to guide his way. Not paying attention to where he was going - which seemed the norm in Merlin’s life - he was lost in his own head. His thoughts varied from, “Arthur’s a prat”, “I want sausage”, to “Arthur’s a prat who wouldn’t give me sausage.” Speaking of which, Merlin realized suddenly, he hadn’t eaten all day either. Or was it yesterday by now? His stomach rumbled in agreement.
As he was about to turn the corner to leave the castle and make his way to Gaius’ chambers, when his foot collided with something unexpectedly warm. Unable to catch himself in time, Merlin tripped over the object, the light in his hand flashing out as he fell to the floor.
As Gwaine entered the cave, everything grew a little more hazy. A single torch stood against the wall, which he soon snatched up and brandished it against the dark. It offered little solace, however. The light touched only about three feet around him, giving the barest sign that the tunnel continued. Bearing heavily to the right, he followed the cave until forked out into three. Complicated decisions. Flashing the torch across the separate caves, he looked for a sign. And when none arrived, he knew he had to make a choice.
Taking the left, he inched his way down the slightly tighter walkway and continued on. It only took a few more steps before it opened wide into a small cave of jagged rocks, with a very small path between. Upon his first step through, he saw the ground open before him and he dropped before he could utter a noise. He shot up to a sitting position, now very awake.
Looking around quickly, he noticed a writing thing on the ground beside him. Examining it curiously, he noted the scarf. Then he knew he was really awake. And obviously in the wrong place. “Merlin? Is that you?”
(Source: sirsirgwaine)
Oh please.
Fine, I shall not inquire about the weather either. Perhaps I shall.
Good do it then.
*brushes hair* You’re not going to watch, are you?
No.
Oh please.
Fine, I shall not inquire about the weather either. Perhaps I shall.
Good do it then.
*brushes hair* You’re not going to watch, are you?
