Arthur was perfectly capable of dealing with himself, thank you.

Even if he was completely the wrong gender.

The fact that he was back at Merlin's had absolutely nothing to do with his day or the days before it or the fact that Merlin had looked rather lost that morning or anything like that.

He was just here. Yes.

He knocked.

[[ for that guy ( 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... )

After that entire mess in the clinic, Arthur wasn't completely sure of what to do, which was a state of mind that always bugged him. He actually didn't have much of a need to sleep that much, at least not near the roommate he currently had.

All right, if he was going to be straight with himself, he kind of wanted to make sure that Merlin was ( 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... )

There was a point where you had to accept that something was terribly wrong, even if you had no bloody clue what it was. Arthur was... a little non-plussed, really, when he arrived at Merlin's door that morning ( Read more... )