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Voicemail
It's almost silent, but in the distance, Arthur's voice can be made out if you put your mind to it.
"...Merlin, I hardly need your help to figure out this... voice... thing." A short silence, and then, much, much louder, he continues: "No, I am aware of which direction I am supposed to speak in. The question is, do you have any idea--"
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The Citadel of Camelot, Monday, Some Time
The past 24 hours had been impossible. Terrifying. Horrible. First there had been Morgause, the female knight. Then the promise of seeing his mother. Then Ygraine, his mother, beautiful and sad, so close--
And then he had found out his father had murdered her. Using magic. Impregnating her with magic. Making him... what did that made him? He did ( Read more... ) -
Outside the Citadel, Camelot, Wednesday
One warrior fell back and dropped on his arse. Loudly.But no one dared to utter a word. After all, who knew who'd be next? ... George, as it turned out: he stumbled backwards and bounced his head off of the walls. And after him, whatshisname, the one with the-- something with an S ( Read more... ) -
The Citadel, Camelot, Tuesday
The past two days had not gone well ( Read more... ) -
Not Too Far Out From the Citadel, Camelot, Saturday Afternoon
The kingdom had suffered under strange magics of late. Disappearances that went unnoticed, even by Arthur's magic-fearing father - areas of the kingdom that had once been and now had simply ceased to do so ( Read more... ) -
Woods Outside Camelot and Beyond, Thursday Morning
Arthur did not think this was a good idea. Not in the slightest. In fact, Merlin had received a Stern Talking To or twenty about not bloody well using his magic in public and inviting more witches over. He had not forgotten about what happened the last time, and he had learned his lessons.
As such, he had absolutely no clue how Merlin had managed ( Read more... ) -
Out in the Woods, Camelot, Saturday Afternoon
There were days where hunting meant one thing, and days where hunting meant quite another. The former did not involve any actual animals, whereas the latter sort of didSadly for Merlin, summer meant that the amount of days where the latter seemed rather attractive greatly increased ( Read more... ) -
Arthur's Study, Camelot, Thursday Morning
Matrim, Arthur wrote down, adding little flourishes to the letters as he'd been taught. Your previous letter left much to be desired, but I have come to expect nothing less. He leaned back and let the ink dry for a moment.
It had been a while since he'd last had the time to sit down and communicate with anyone outside of Camelot, let alone call. ( Read more... ) -
Woods Outside Camelot, Wednesday Morning
It had gotten increasingly harder to escape the castle now that spring approached. There were preparations to be done, last rations to be distributed carefully so that everyone would have enough, farmers to protect. It was exhausting, was what it was, and Arthur relished the chance to get out for a ride ( Read more... ) -
A Hotel Room at the Arms Hotel, Monday Morning
Arthur was snoring.
Quite heavily, in fact.
Because he was quite comfortable, despite the fact he'd just had some very strange dreams overnight. At least, he'd probably choose to believe they were dreams, were he to wake up.
Which he wasn't; he was draped in an octopus of a wizard, and he was snoring.
Loudly.
[[ for a wizard. ]]