Reunion - part 2
Author: weatherfeather
Title: Reunion - part 2
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin
Summary: Merlin gets caught and put in holding.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 244
Prompt: Bingo: locked in
Author's Notes: The crime of destruction of pasties! *mourns*
In hindsight, that would have gone better had the whole stack of pasties not fallen over and had Merlin not been caught with the half-eaten evidence in his hands.
At least he was able to get some of his meal down before the guards dragged him away. If they throw him in a cell without beating him, he'll even be able to keep the food down.
For that is surely where he is headed: a cell in the dungeons. The ceilings overhead have started to look carved from the earth as he has been led further into the castle above the market. The smell of the air has changed, as well. From the humidity of the sun-drenched courtyard, it changed to the cool stone hallways full of knights and courtiers in various states of cleanliness - sharp sweat, dull oily hair, and herb-scented bath water. Now he smells hay, burning torches, dirt, and urine.
His guards stop him at a table where he gives his name and town of origin - "Merlin, of Ealdor" - and his crime is marked down for the records. Then they move him along down a cell-lined hallway.
They stop in front of an occupied cell.
One of Merlin's two guards releases Merlin's left arm to unhook a key from a well-polished leather belt. He warns the three men inside the cell not to try anything.
The door is opened. Merlin is shoved in roughly. The door closes and locks behind him.
Title: Reunion - part 2
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin
Summary: Merlin gets caught and put in holding.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 244
Prompt: Bingo: locked in
Author's Notes: The crime of destruction of pasties! *mourns*
In hindsight, that would have gone better had the whole stack of pasties not fallen over and had Merlin not been caught with the half-eaten evidence in his hands.
At least he was able to get some of his meal down before the guards dragged him away. If they throw him in a cell without beating him, he'll even be able to keep the food down.
For that is surely where he is headed: a cell in the dungeons. The ceilings overhead have started to look carved from the earth as he has been led further into the castle above the market. The smell of the air has changed, as well. From the humidity of the sun-drenched courtyard, it changed to the cool stone hallways full of knights and courtiers in various states of cleanliness - sharp sweat, dull oily hair, and herb-scented bath water. Now he smells hay, burning torches, dirt, and urine.
His guards stop him at a table where he gives his name and town of origin - "Merlin, of Ealdor" - and his crime is marked down for the records. Then they move him along down a cell-lined hallway.
They stop in front of an occupied cell.
One of Merlin's two guards releases Merlin's left arm to unhook a key from a well-polished leather belt. He warns the three men inside the cell not to try anything.
The door is opened. Merlin is shoved in roughly. The door closes and locks behind him.