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The guy sitting next to me in Panera is talking to his ladyfriend about how he sometimes hears the voice of god - but only listens to the good parts. Trufax.
This is why I need to set up home internet.
This is why I need to set up home internet.
Arthur is, depressingly, getting used to it.
“Good morning, sire,” Edwin said, kneeling almost mockingly in front of the chair he and the traitor, Valiant, tied Arthur to. After being their captive for three days, he wasn’t surprised when Edwin Muirden stretched out his hand, said something Arthur didn’t think he’d ever understand, and then a table moved itself towards them. “Would you care for breakfast? You’ll need your strength when we reach the Isle.”
“And why is it that you can’t just kill me here and save us all time?”Arthur snapped, ignoring the waves of pain that had his thought process stumbling drunkenly through his already slightly drugged mind.
Edwin smiled at him in a way that was far too kind for Arthur to stomach. “Because that is not for me to decide,” he said, and Valiant carried in a bowl of surprisingly edible-looking porridge. Not that Arthur was noticing that - he was too busy trying to swallow the idea that this wasn’t just a demented two-man job to get him out of Camelot to make his father’s throne unsteady. “If it makes you feel any better, I’d be happy to kill you right now if it were up to me.”
“Incredibly reassuring,” Arthur said, words slurred slightly, and tried to ignore the way Valiant grabbed his pride and strangled it by spoon-feeding him the porridge.
“We’re heading out as soon as he’s finished eating,” Edwin said, and Arthur barely had the energy to even try and keep his lips shut. Every swallow was another step towards something that would more than likely be his death.
“Poor Prince Arthur,” Valiant said, giving him a pat on the head when the porridge was gone. “So wee you can’t even feed yourself anymore.”
“Give me a sword and we’ll see which one of us is-” Arthur said darkly, and cut off when the drugs that were always laced in his food stirred. The world fell apart, and Arthur fell with it.
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Morgana stands in front of a lake-
-only it isn’t Morgana, it’s her maidservant, wilting flowers twined in her hair-
-but it isn’t Gwen, it’s Morgana, her face screaming apologies at him-
-except it isn’t either of them, isn’t even a woman, isn’t anyone he knows, and he can’t see his face, only the orb of light that floats next to him and eyes that flash from blue to gold and the black cloak with a pattern on the seams that seems vaguely familiar and reminds him of Gaius and his father looking older than they are with memories of when they were younger -
-then, lips press against Arthur’s forehead, cool and calming, and a hand rests on his chest, and a voice he’s never heard says, “I’m meant to protect you; I will protect you,”
-and when Arthur realizes he believes the man, for no reason he can fathom, when he realizes that he’ll protect the voice too because that’s how things are-
-he hears Morgana apologize, feels her arms wrap around him, warm and tight and protective-
-until the drugs begin to wear off-
-leaving him broken and weak as he distantly feels himself pulled off a horse.
He sees the same lake, sees Edwin dismounting and blocking Arthur's view, and he wonders if he’s still dreaming.
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And if you're very good and write lots more I will make you one of Nimueh's sexy shoes.
Oh noes abducted!Arthur! *frets*
Talky time tomorow afternoon in which I rant about my evil PR department?
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