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... )

It was time to send the girls back home. They would have earlier, actually, but there'd been something strange in the air - according to Merlin, and sadly Arthur's experience in the magical arena was rather lacking, beyond the bit where wizards kept trying to kill him - and, well ( Read more... )

This was a horrible idea ( Read more... )

( In most other circumstances, Arthur would never have done this. )

For some reason, Arthur was in a truly magnificent mood when he woke up.

He was mainly repressing the fact they'd have to go back to Fandom early tomorrow morning. (It would never be 'home'; if anything, this was home) So caught between sleeping in late and getting up to enjoy his surroundings some more, Arthur took the middle road and left his ( Read more... )

They'd gotten in an hour or so before sundown last night, and Arthur had spent rather a lot of time hanging out in front of windows, staring at the countryside. He couldn't help it-- being here both helped and hindered his homesickness ( Read more... )

Later in the afternoon, they'd have another drive ahead of them.

But not yet.

Now, there was an impressive Bed & Breakfast, a bed, breakfast, and another good helping of coutnryside to explore ( Read more... )

Arthur didn't quite wake up at dawn, but close to it. He was warm, though, courtesy of Merlin's magic (and Merlin's limbs embedded in various arm- and kneepits, although that was going to get uncomfortable soon). So that was all right ( Read more... )

Arthur was still driving. He had yet to cause any accidents or collisions, although he'd probably killed his fair share of overconfident birds by now ( Read more... )

It was to be their last day here; tomorrow they'd be back on the road on to their next destination.

Arthur was starting to have second thoughts about their next destination. Second thoughts that even the weather couldn't thwart.

The hotel was still there, nice and warm, and the countryside was still there, nice and cold, and there were other ( Read more... )