The Salle, Monday Morning
It had been two weeks since Arthur had gotten some proper salle practice in, and he was rather happy to return to the practice without much in terms of danger slipping its way in. It was good for his muscles, strained from recent combat, and it was good for his mind, to hear his sword shifting cleanly through the air, in motions that were as much a part of him as breathing.
Occasionally, though, he would sneak glances back towards the bench on which Merlin was seated, as plans began to form and shape themselves. Perhaps all should beware. Perhaps they shouldn't.
Either way, Arthur was in a good mood today. That was perhaps the scariest thing of all.
[[ open salle! ]]
Occasionally, though, he would sneak glances back towards the bench on which Merlin was seated, as plans began to form and shape themselves. Perhaps all should beware. Perhaps they shouldn't.
Either way, Arthur was in a good mood today. That was perhaps the scariest thing of all.
[[ open salle! ]]