mininano entry 17
Ooops! I had a bit of a hiatus there! 4 days without more than a few words written :( And I had all day off from work yesterday too *sighs*. But at least I've got something down today - 400 more words of the big bang fic and another 410 words of what is supposed to be a Merlin crack fic. Except I'm not sure of the crackiness of what I've written!
So here it is, 410 words of possible Merlin fic...
A question of fashion
“It’s not fair,” Percy’s voice broke the post-practice silence and they all looked up expectantly, eager to hear the latest litany.
“What’s not fair?” Leon questioned. Percy’s endless list of things that weren’t fair were often a welcome diversion to more serious concerns; and he was not above using the mirth they engendered to distract his knights before a battle, or to lift their morale in times of stress.
“The Lady Morgana and Gwen are still alive,” Percy pouted and all the knights gazed at him in slack jawed surprise.
Aside from Percy’s propensity to regard life as a huge conspiracy against him, the other defining aspect of his personality was his all-encompassing adoration of the Lady Morgana. His tendency to heap paeans of praise on every movement the Lady made often had the knights and nobles ducking into rooms to avoid him.
“You wanted them to die?” Gwain, whose devotion to Lady Morgana was only slightly less than Percy’s own, regarded Percy in stupefaction and his hand strayed toward his nearby sword.
“They were wearing red. They were supposed to die. Haven’t you noticed?” Percy regarded his companions in amazement. “It’s usually when we wear our cloaks that we lose knights. The cloaks are red,” he pointed out. “The Lady Morgana was wearing a red cloak when she was captured by the ( ) and Gwen wore it later. Perhaps dying doesn’t apply because they’re ladies,” he mused.
“Are you saying…” Leon needed to clarify Percy’s words before he answered them. “That by wearing cloaks we are more likely to die?”
“Red cloaks,” Percy confirmed. “Bevidere was wearing his when he was killed, as was Bran, and Owain too,” he ticked them off on his fingers.
“Logically…” Terrence started.
“The logic,” Percy interrupted, “Is sound Terrence. Leon was injured during the fight with the gryphon, as was I, but neither of us were wearing our cloaks at the time. Merior and Geraint had theirs on, and they were killed.”
“That’s only one instance,” his friend argued.
“Think of all our battles and fights over this last year and tell me if they’re any different,” Percy challenged.
He folded his arms and waited while they all thought. “Well, can you think of any?”
“No,” Leon shook his head along with all the others.
“Perhaps we could change the colour of our cloaks?” Gwain ventured.
“It’s Pendragon red,” Leon reminded . “Our Prince’s colours. Can you imagine suggesting this to Arthur?”
So here it is, 410 words of possible Merlin fic...
A question of fashion
“It’s not fair,” Percy’s voice broke the post-practice silence and they all looked up expectantly, eager to hear the latest litany.
“What’s not fair?” Leon questioned. Percy’s endless list of things that weren’t fair were often a welcome diversion to more serious concerns; and he was not above using the mirth they engendered to distract his knights before a battle, or to lift their morale in times of stress.
“The Lady Morgana and Gwen are still alive,” Percy pouted and all the knights gazed at him in slack jawed surprise.
Aside from Percy’s propensity to regard life as a huge conspiracy against him, the other defining aspect of his personality was his all-encompassing adoration of the Lady Morgana. His tendency to heap paeans of praise on every movement the Lady made often had the knights and nobles ducking into rooms to avoid him.
“You wanted them to die?” Gwain, whose devotion to Lady Morgana was only slightly less than Percy’s own, regarded Percy in stupefaction and his hand strayed toward his nearby sword.
“They were wearing red. They were supposed to die. Haven’t you noticed?” Percy regarded his companions in amazement. “It’s usually when we wear our cloaks that we lose knights. The cloaks are red,” he pointed out. “The Lady Morgana was wearing a red cloak when she was captured by the ( ) and Gwen wore it later. Perhaps dying doesn’t apply because they’re ladies,” he mused.
“Are you saying…” Leon needed to clarify Percy’s words before he answered them. “That by wearing cloaks we are more likely to die?”
“Red cloaks,” Percy confirmed. “Bevidere was wearing his when he was killed, as was Bran, and Owain too,” he ticked them off on his fingers.
“Logically…” Terrence started.
“The logic,” Percy interrupted, “Is sound Terrence. Leon was injured during the fight with the gryphon, as was I, but neither of us were wearing our cloaks at the time. Merior and Geraint had theirs on, and they were killed.”
“That’s only one instance,” his friend argued.
“Think of all our battles and fights over this last year and tell me if they’re any different,” Percy challenged.
He folded his arms and waited while they all thought. “Well, can you think of any?”
“No,” Leon shook his head along with all the others.
“Perhaps we could change the colour of our cloaks?” Gwain ventured.
“It’s Pendragon red,” Leon reminded . “Our Prince’s colours. Can you imagine suggesting this to Arthur?”