( Can you say 'fuck fuck fuck' ten times fast? )

It had been less than a few hours in Fandom, yes, but in Camelot over a day and a half had passed since Arthur's guests had arrived.

A day and a half. It was some kind of ( 'Cause trouble' record, and Arthur might have found that amusing if he wasn't absolutely petrified right now. )

There were a few things Arthur wasn't fond of getting, and panicked voicemails without detail were starting to get high on that list - just below equally panicked if more detailed phone calls from Katina. Sufficient to say, it had been a long afternoon and night.

And there was a wizard (worst bloody wizard he had ever met, honest to God) that wasn ( 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... )

( Interrogation, and How To Fail At It )