So apparently Karla 'wasn't feeling too well' and 'needed some time away from it all' and whatever other rubbish Merlin had been spouting. Arthur still thought this was the worst bloody idea since that time he shot that unicorn. No good would come of it.

In the end, Merlin had insisted, and in the end, Arthur had very grudgingly capitulated, but ( Read more... )

Arthur was in a mood.

This wasn't much different from usual - Arthur had any number of moods that varied wildly in intensity and contents but could all, generally, be classified as moods.

However, this was, to use the local vernacular, a really fucking big one.

As was evident by the way he shoved open the door to his room. The way he'd woken up ( Read more... )

When Arthur woke up, Leto's side of the room was empty. Since this wasn't actually of any concern, he disregarded it. Instead, he paid a passing thought to the idea of getting up, but came to a no.

It wasn't as if Merlin would be on time, so he may as well take his time waking up.

Not that he couldn't be up right now. He simply chose not to.

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Arthur hated the whole damned world. And mornings. And sunlight. And anything that moved. And Hannibal. He hated Hannibal quite a lot.

He supposed he had to give Merlin a free pass for getting him some water the previous night (it had been Merlin, right?), but otherwise, not a single creature living or dead escaped his hatred ( Read more... )