Baban
Who: Uther, Morgana, the two new arrivals, and any hapless bystanders caught in the crossfire (*ahem*boys*ahem*). Also, Hawkeye to provide expert 21st20th century medical service.
What: BABIES ZOMGWTFBBQ.
When: Christmas Day.
Where: Morgana's chambers.
Rating: U for umbilical.
Status: Private and incomplete.
Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot, was all anxiety, all disorder. The past five days had been a blur of concern and fear. Nightmares of the past had plagued him by night, and by day he had done nothing but pace outside Morgana's chambers when not attending to her directly, so that it seemed he had hardly rested at all, but that all five days had been but one long anticipatory ordeal.
And now the time against which all that anticipation had been directed was here. Morgana had let it be known in no uncertain terms that it was so. For a fractured moment, he had thought Morgana was ill again, but as he hurried to her chamber, he saw that the time had come.
No more comforting, in a way, to the old fear that had long since gripped his heart in its sharp animal teeth. He hung numb from these cruel jaws now, moving as though in a trance. Sending Arthur into the village to fetch the Hawkeye. Tasking Merlin to fetch cloths and clean linens and boiling water. Trying to maintain some calm for Morgana's sake.
All as though walking through a heavy fog made of worry. And a voice at the back of his mind that said this had ended badly before, and could only do so again.
What: BABIES ZOMGWTFBBQ.
When: Christmas Day.
Where: Morgana's chambers.
Rating: U for umbilical.
Status: Private and incomplete.
Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot, was all anxiety, all disorder. The past five days had been a blur of concern and fear. Nightmares of the past had plagued him by night, and by day he had done nothing but pace outside Morgana's chambers when not attending to her directly, so that it seemed he had hardly rested at all, but that all five days had been but one long anticipatory ordeal.
And now the time against which all that anticipation had been directed was here. Morgana had let it be known in no uncertain terms that it was so. For a fractured moment, he had thought Morgana was ill again, but as he hurried to her chamber, he saw that the time had come.
No more comforting, in a way, to the old fear that had long since gripped his heart in its sharp animal teeth. He hung numb from these cruel jaws now, moving as though in a trance. Sending Arthur into the village to fetch the Hawkeye. Tasking Merlin to fetch cloths and clean linens and boiling water. Trying to maintain some calm for Morgana's sake.
All as though walking through a heavy fog made of worry. And a voice at the back of his mind that said this had ended badly before, and could only do so again.