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Indie RP blog for Arthur Pendragon Multi-verse & fandom friendly Tracking: camelotpendragon
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She Walks out of the tavern drunk. “You’ve always been… *hiccup* misssin tha fun Arrrthur”
"And you are drunk, Julia, you should go home to Gaius."
((work was too long. Going to kms only not really. Anyway, going to start replying to things now))
Reblog If You're A RP That Doesn't Mind Getting Tagged For Starters
Winry was glad for the relaxation. She was used to getting mad at people - she yelled at her two childhood friends whenever they visited her for goodness sakes - but Arthur was different. She felt comfortable around the king, for some reason.
"Yeah, I guess." The blacksmith responded, squeezing his hand back before recoiling it to her side. "That’s gotta be good. Thinking is always good. I think a lot." She smiled at her own small joke, although he might not find it funny. "Well that’s a given, seeing as you’re king." As much as their mood was lighthearted, the air was thick with the unspoken words. He still didn’t trust her - and she believed him right not to. However he was making an effort. That counted.
"How’s Merlin doing?" She asked, trying to avert the subject from them. It was a poor decision in hindsight, but at least it defocused it from them.
Arthur didn't mind much the awkward conversation. He was used to plenty of that at royal affairs he was forced to attend. He pulled his hand back when she let go of it and coughed a bit. "You are right, I am a king. How could I have forgotten?" He joked with a smirk. There was so much on the line. If people found out about her, and that he let her live, it would look bad on him. What if she ended up killing someone. What if she ended up killing him. It was all really a great weight on him.
"Merlin?" He asked, a fond look on his face. Merlin had become like his best friend. He valued him more then most people in his kingdom. "Merlin is doing fine. I've sent him on an errand that hopefully he can manage not to screw up. We both know how likely that one will be though." He only gave his servant a hard time because it was part of his friendship with him. "I might need new armor soon, the way he keeps mine looking."
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"I guess so. How is it scary, is something bad happening to you in those flashbacks." she asked. Being what she was she had to believe in all sorts of things but she never told him much about that side of herself. "Um…have you done any research on it?" she shrugged. "I think you should look into it and I will help you."
"I really appreciate the help." he told her sincerely. Arthur wasn't even sure where to start to research it. "It's scary because I almost black out when I'm having them. It's like I'm transported in my mind, living it, and then I'm back to the modern day." It was hard to explain, but he was doing his best. After all, he wanted Teagan' s help in any way she could offer it. "I guess we could try the library to see if we can find something from that time area."
((I'm going to shoot myself for this when I get home tonight, but if you like or reblog this, I'll write you a starter when I get home.
On another note, I had an idea, I need to add. Basically reincarnated Arthur (with all his memories), comes back in time to try to save Camelot Arthur. I don't have any details worked out, but I was like how weird would it be to RP with another Arthur and that idea came to me and yeah. Could also RP with other people he would intereract with. So if anyone is interested, lets do it haha (totally willing to play either Arthur if another Arthur blog is interested) anyway, I am off to work now. So like this and I'll will write my little heart out when I get home)
Marriage Talks || Uther & Arthur
Dinner time was quite possibly the only time that Arthur and Uther had together anymore— quite possibly, at all. Arthur was old enough now to take care of his own business, without his father’s constant scrutiny or guiding hand. As Athur spoke briefly about his day, Uther paid him close attention, realizing this was the first time all day he’d seen his only son. Sometimes, the old man would miss when the boy was younger, always looking up at his father with bright, eager eyes. It was also a time that Arthur never defied his father; oh yes, he missed that as well.
“Arthur, please— do not speak of it. We are about to eat.”
Uther groaned, giving his son a brief glare before the plates of food were set before them. It was the usual menu that the chef cooked up for the king and his son, but instead of the usual pot roast, there was a medium sized turkey on the table for their main course. One of the servants who brought in the food remained a bit longer to cut the meat.
“That is a memory… best left forgotten.” He added afterward, shuddering slightly at the mishap that had taken place a year ago,
Arthur couldn't keep the chuckle that escaped his lips. The whole situation had been pretty amusing to him. At the time, he had been more worried that his father would die, but as soon as it was over. He made sure not to let his father live it down. "You didn't notice the oder, father?" He could have let it go, but it was much more fun to give him a hard time about it.
Arthur took a bite of his turkey. It was easy since the servants had cut it up for them. All he had to do was snap his fingers and everything was done for him. He wasn't sure he could manage life without the servants in the castle. "Alright, I will drop it, but you have to admit it is funny now." The younger of the two glanced at him and grinned. He missed the time when he was younger and his father seemed more invested in his life. He took these moments with him as something of value. All he ever wanted was to be worthy of the throne in Uther's eyes. He felt like he was far from that though.
"I'm sorry." She sighed "ill stop." She wiped her eyes and straightened her dress. "Would will you need me to be doing?" She asked.
"You don't have to be sorry. If you want to take the day off then do so." He shrugged a little, his hands on his hips. "Otherwise, I think I'm going to go ride for a bit, and you shall accompany me."
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"Why does everyone always head to the tavern? Am I missing the excitement?"
Suit Me Up || Merlin & Arthur
Having not gotten much sleep the previous night, Merlin had overslept. This wasn’t unusual; when you were servant to the prince and the most powerful magical being in training, you never knew when you’d get to sleep. Gaius wasn’t going to take it easy on him just because Arthur didn’t either, so sleep was a luxury Merlin couldn’t often afford.
He had woke up that morning to Gaius throwing a change of cloths on top of him and listing off herbs he needed Merlin to collect and potions he needed to have delivered. Reluctantly, the young boy pulled himself out of bed, got dressed, grabbed the potions and a roll and left to do his errands. He dropped of the potions before going out to collect herbs, some of which were a little obscure.
Once that was finished, he quickly brought them to Gaius and made his way to Arthur’s chambers, knowing he was late. He hated being late. As if Arthur wasn’t usually in a pissy mood anyway, being late just gave him incentive to torture Merlin even more that he usually did.
"The tavern?" he asked when the Prince inclined his whereabouts. “I was helping Gaius. I’m not always at the tavern, you know.” he quipped, walking over to the Prince to get him dressed.
"That's not what Gaius says." Arthur responded back as he tossed him the shirt he needed first. While he knew he would be lost without Merlin, he would never admit that. He didn't want him to get a big head after all. "You look like my horse slept on your face." He commented as he held his arms over his head. There was much to do for the day, and he didn't have time to waste. Merlin had gotten a lot faster at getting him ready though. Putting on armor always seemed to take a long time.
He eyed the other a bit. "What were you doing then if you weren't at the tavern? It's not like you have a life." He honestly knew little about Merlin outside of the castle walls he saw him in. It wasn't his job to learn about his servant's life. He knew he stayed with Gaius, and that he did help him from time to time, but outside of that he knew very little. He shifted as Merin put another piece on him, letting it settle in the right place.
((I am down to 2 drafts to reply to, anyone wanna plot? If you're too shy to message me first, like this and I'll hit you up :) also where are all the Morgana's? I'd love to get something going with one.))
Amelia was excited for Camelot. She was dressed in a pair of normal clothes. (pants and a shirt) She was stepping outside and tuning back to smile at the Doctor as the TARDIS disappeared. She spun around frantically. She couldn’t find him.
She was lost for days. She was attacked by bandits after a week and she ran off with one of their swords. She wandered through the woods for two weeks, trying to find a way out.
She was sitting behind a tree, eating some berries she’d found. They were sweet and tasted like blackberries. She stood up and held her back to the tree, her sword in hand when she heard a sound. It was all silent until her nose started itching. Her eyes widened before she sneezed, giving away her hiding spot.
(Yours doesn’t need to be this long. I wanted to get some background in there!)
Arthur had heard what he thought was a noise in the woods. He told his knights to wait while he went to check it out. Traveling as quiet as he could, he heard a sneeze, and quirked an eyebrow as he stepped around the tree carefully. He took in the state of her clothing, and as strange as it was, it also looked a bit worn like she had been living in the forest now.
"Are you a dweller of the forest, maiden." He asked with a small laugh to himself. She held a sword, but for some reason, Arthur did not find her threatening at all. "You can put the sword down, I won't hurt you. Are you lost?" He couldn't leave her here if she needed help. He just didn't have the heart too.
I'm Not A King || Merlin & Arthur
Arthur was working yet another day in the same old coffee shop. This was his life. Every morning he got up and went to school for the afternoon, and then around four he headed to his shift at the coffee shop right off of campus. His father had insisted he go to a prestigious school and get a good career. All Arthur wanted to do was find his own thing. Hitting the books wasn't that thing. But every time he tried to throw that out to his father, he got shut down. He was a grown man, almost twenty-three, but he was stuck to the rules laid before him.
At least, working here, he got to meet interesting people, and not feel as pressured. Quite a few people would come in and he'd find himself talking to them for a while, especially when they were slow. That is how it was this afternoon. It was pretty slow, and he had been talking to a regular for about fifteen minutes when he heard the bell of the door. "Hello." He told the man who had walked in, his normal half smile plastered on his face. He walked to the register, eyes basically scanning over him. He hadn't seen him in here before. "What can I get you?"
After Arthur had found out about her magic - only mere days after she’d found out - he’d detached from her. They drifted apart. He wasn’t visiting her and she got the feeling she shouldn’t take a trip up to the citadel anytime soon. She was pleasantly surprised by him requesting to see her the next day.
In the morning she groggily got ready for her day before remembering she was supposed to visit Arthur. She knew there would be at least some tension. She honestly didn’t blame Arthur for mistrusting her. She probably wouldn’t trust her either. She slowly made her way up to the citadel and entered the throne room. Luckily, Arthur had the sense to behave at least mildly casual with her.
"I’m doing fine. There’s a lot of work, as per the usual." She gave a gentle smile. "What about you?"
Arthur gave her the smallest real smile. He couldn't help himself around her. She had always given him more of a reason to smile then to be angry. He was a bit ashamed of how angry he had gotten when he found out actually. There were many ways he could have reacted, but anger was not the right one. She had just found out herself, and it wasn't like she had been living a lie in front of him for a long time.
"I'm glad you've been busy. Something to keep your mind off things, I suppose." He reached for her hand, giving it a small squeeze. "I've been thinking a lot. That and you know, kingly duties." Arthur couldn't help the small chuckle that came out of his mouth. Trust still wasn't completely there, but he did want to try. It was just going to take a while.
