May 19, 2011 08:41
[Merlin is sleeping when the feed starts. He's not in his usual Camelotian setting. But rather in a 20th century apartment. The sun's just come up and Merlin fusses when he feels the warmth of it. He groans and turns over, trying to hide his head away from it because that would mean work and Arthur and Uther and---wait a second. This does not feel like his pillow. It feels too soft. And it smells too clean. He slowly opens his eyes and sees that he's...definitely not at home. This was...Araidne's apartment?]
...Ariadne?
[He's confused and feels like he's been trampled by all the horses in Camelot]
merlin