Sep 01, 2011 19:48
[Gods, he hadn't thought his ears could even get that painfully hot. Clearly he had been wrong, and it couldn't be more obvious as he ducks his head and avoids his mother's knowing gaze. He's certain she hasn't missed his fingers twisting nervously in his tunic either.
Perhaps bringing Arthur with him on this trip home hadn't been the best idea. Merlin had forgotten how sharp his mother's eyes could be, and somehow...somehow she always knew exactly what was going on.]
Mother, it's...you don't need to worry. We're being careful. Honest.
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