Kink Me! #4
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"No," the quarterback said. "Lancelot. Just Lancelot."
"Arianne," said Arianne. "Like the girl in the minotaur story. Sort of. With no D. I bring the golden thread."
"Dionysus's wife," Lancelot pointed out.
"Dionysus's wife, perhaps," said Arianne. "Maybe."
Lancelot was a nice guy, and Arianne was a nice girl, and she became the first in her grade to have a boyfriend. And that was worth something around here, at least.
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Occasionally Arianne would see Merlin hanging out with Morgana, sharing a cigarette on the outskirts of school grounds. Heads bowed low and standing close as if the sole parties to a secret.
What does my sister have to say to you, Arianne wants to ask, but doesn't ask, but one time Merlin answers anyway, "Well, she's not your sister really anyway."
"What?" Arianne says, frowning.
"You know," says Merlin, and shrugs. Like she just didn't read Arianne's mind.
"Do I?" asks Arianne, because she's not sure she does. They're two sixpacks into a Saturday night, and the edges of things are becoming blurred. Boundaries are no longer well-defined between objects, but are things of n-dimensional space in which all sorts of things are possible. And that's just the problem, sort of.
Arianne looks at Merlin and thinks, All sorts of things are possible, but thoughts are just thoughts, actions are actions. A picture is worth a thousand words, but when Merlin twines their fingers together, Arianne loses all words. Merlin isn't afraid of intimacy, and Arianne grew up thinking intimacy was a myth.
"It's like you're reading my mind," Arianne ventures.
Merlin says, "That's ridiculous," and curls closer to her. Slips one hand behind Arianne's head and tugs her closer.
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"So," says Lancelot. "You've been hanging with that Merlin chick a lot."
"She's not a bad girl," Arianne says. No one ever is.
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"So," says Lancelot. "You've been hanging out with Arianne a lot."
"Well," Merlin says. "So have you."
But they can't really talk too much more about that because they have to rub litmus paper against all sorts of shit and note down pink, blue, pink, pink, blue. They make good lab partners, though. At the very least, Merlin's good at math and Lancelot has neat handwriting. The lab report gets a good grade, and everyone wins.
Well, almost. Because Lancelot still wants to ask Merlin, "Hey, are you taking my girl on purpose?" Because it sort of feels like she is is, no matter how many times Merlin pulls Lancelot into earnest hugs, how many times Merlin smiles her smile at him and Lancelot definitely does not think she's pretty, no way.
"How hot do you think Arianne is," Lancelot asks, "on a scale of one to ten?"
Merlin just raises an eyebrow at him, and Lancelot doesn't find it the least bit cute.
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