ARTHUR: Ah. Merlin. MERLIN: How are you? ARTHUR: Good. MERLIN: I'm pleased. ARTHUR: Yes. And I owe it all to Gaius. MERLIN: [ soft, quietly rueful look; the hint of a smile ] I need to talk to you... [ slowly ] don't be a prat? ARTHUR: [ expression guarded once more, showing slight beffudlement ] [ MERLIN leaves, and ARTHUR's gaze follows him out the door, brow furrowing before he looks away.

MERLIN: There must be a way around it. ARTHUR: It's perfectly simple. One of us has to die. We have to find a way to determine which goblet has the poison. Then I'll drink it. MERLIN: ... I will be...] ARTHUR: [ almost amused ] I had no idea you were so keen to die for me. MERLIN: Trust me, I can hardly believe it myself. ARTHUR: [ laughs; then, after a moment ] I'm glad you're here, Merlin

Arthur’s birthday is in midwinter. He is a cold child, say the nursing maids, but perhaps he has reason to be. On his twelfth birthday he is led into the chapel, his body bare beneath the stiff robe they...night, lingers with him all his life, along with a precious smile that he clings to. By the time he is twenty one summers old, Arthur Pendragon is perfectly cold enough to be king of Camelot

After that disturbing spell in the stables that morning, Arthur felt more than a little off-balance. The befuddling preacher - the angel, he claimed to be - from last week wasn't there, but the church...across the bench in front of him, and weaved his fingers together. He wasn't sure what, if anything, to pray for. [[ thread with arthur for particular people, but open if you wanna use the church ]]

So, there had been... talking, all around. This week. And then there had been thinking . Some would say that Arthur thinking quite like that would be a stellarly bad idea. Either way, it led to him... no. [[ thread with Arthur locked to that guy, but open if anyone needs to use the stables for something else. the fact that they had a Conversation and Arthur passed out is FB; the rest is NFB ]]

[ He sounds a little agitated. You should definitely tread carefully. Also? This would be the sound of pacing ] Thanks to your enlightening wish, I had...Expressed my intentions towards someone... His movements aren't as awkward and there aren't as many mistakes. Then again, he's really just sort of trying to tire himself out, than actually practice anything useful. Bug him at your own risk.

"Good afternoon," Arthur called, once everyone had assembled. He hadn't been at his best all day - time seemed to be on the blink - but he wasn't about to let that put him off. "Today, our focus will be...and then springing them? Talk to one another, sort that much out, and then figure out what in town you can use to your advantage, guys." [OCD on the way. Co-written with bitch_prince ]

Radio was right, really. Sun or shine or massive emotional meltdown of epically confusing proportions, Arthur would always be in the salle, whether it be on Monday morning or the morning of just about... but rather controlled, focused, and more than happy to take to his work while Merlin went about his chores in the salle. Yes. [[ open, with SP warning, and Merlin modded with permission as always ]]

Who: Arthur and Merlin What: Most awkward date night you'll ever encounter When: Day after this Where: Some Restaurant and then the Castle Rating: PG-13!! Status: Complete Arthur rubbed...down and let the instinct take over. ************************************ EPIC-FADEOUT-OF-VANILLA!DANI-PROPORTIONS ************************************

You've lost Tim. Again. [ A pause ] I'd request you come and fetch him when this is all finished, but you needn't. [ Have another one, he's not so good at this ] He's not functioning. Dead.