Arthur appreciated the fact that his troubles and worries tended to remain nicely compartmentalized away, only to be taken out when needed, generally. It had been a long, long time since the issues with Dinah's magic, with Liir's, and he had settled into Fandom life with the acceptance that the magic users here were, all in all, not the worst sorts ( Read more... )

Sure, they'd come back to Fandom safe and sound last night, but that hadn't actually done much for Arthur's sense of inner peace. Which was strange: he generally had little issue coming down from a hard-won campaign or likewise mission out in the field ( Read more... )

You'd think he'd know better by now. Arthur had spent the day being a total bitch coping in a way that didn't involve standing in corners brooding like some kind of fool, and then he'd managed to throw his own roommate out of the room in a fashion that actually seemed to work. And yet he'd failed to feel appropriately triumphant ( Read more... )

Despite classes and everything of their ilk, Arthur still had entirely too much time on his hands most days. Especially now. When he wasn't out hunting or frustrating blessing the student body with his presence, he liked to spend it either in the salle, or here, making sure his body was trained down to the nines for anything. Even if there wasn't ( Read more... )

The... singing with Dinah and Zack had been bad enough yesterday, and the matter with Merlin was doing his head in to the point where he'd rather ignore it, but Francine had wound up jammed in his head and he hadn't quite been able to shake it yet. Not so much because of Francine, but because he'd remembered, suddenly, the lines of his father's ( ( Read more... )

Arthur woke up very slowly in a bed that was not his own in a room that was not his own. This wasn't much different from the way he'd woken up over the past six months or so, and ergo he didn't react much beyond wrangling some of the blankets closer towards himself ( Read more... )

Arthur hadn't actually made it back to his room for very long after his return from Shilo's world. He'd drifted around the castle, not quite settled; then when he'd turned in for the night, he'd gotten back onto his feet a few scarce minutes after entering.

If only you'd caught the sorcerer, this would have been resolved by now.

His father's face ( Read more... )