So Proud of You

It is every mother's fate to think her child is special, and yet I would give my life that Merlin were not so. Independent Hunith RP Sideblog/Low-Activity tracking: ofxealdorfc: Julia Ormond written by Anika

[ofxealdor]

                                                                   vinylchanges

               “     Why, what are you doing? Come on,                               Merlin’s over there waiting for you too!”

[ofxealdor]

ofgxldenheart:

     Arthur inched closer, as if telling a secret.

                     ❝ —— I’m a terrible dancer. ❞

She laughed, shaking her head.           "What makes you think any            of us are any good? We're           only doing what makes us           happy, you should try it."

[ofxealdor]

pendragxnii:

He frowned a little, trying to hide his hesitation, then gathered his [ lionheart’s ] courage and looked her directly in the eyes. “You see, Hunith, as, well, as Merlin’s mother, I think you’re probably the closest thing I have to one as well—…” he stopped, and his mouth twisted, fighting for control over the rush of emotions that came over him, simply because he indirectly referred to his mother’s death. “I need some advice. Would you…would you help?”

She waited for him to speak, smiling politely before him. He seemed to be struggling with something, and it became apparent at his trouble getting his words out. She understood, immediately, before he'd barely explained, and she nodded, her smile growing. "You are like a son to me, Sire, I'd be honored to help you in any way you require. Whatever it may be, please know you have to only ask, and I'll be there at your side. Pray, tell, what is your problem?"

[ofxealdor]

ardentlyarthur:

【            « ♔ »            】

               ❝ Worry not, Hunith, Ealdor is safe.                               I only came with Merlin to visit you. And to                               keep him alive, of course.  ❞ 

        " Oh, that's a relief. Forgive me, Sire, for                          worrying. My son rarely visits, and when he brings                         the Prince, I had to assume something was of the                         matter. But I'm relieved it is not. "               Oh little Prince, if you only knew it was the other                way around. You need him more than he needs                                   you, don't you know.

[ofxealdor]

undercamelot:

Kilgharrah’s keen eyes perceived the spark of recognition within Hunith’s eyes, and he felt amusement from it. Seeing her smile, he did his best to put a pleasant expression on his own face. “There is a great amount of wisdom in your words Hunith; however, I will shamefully say that currently I do not have a place to stay, but I will make arrangements  as soon as I am able…” In his dragon form it was not a challenge to find a place to sleep  in the wilderness; as a human finding a safe place to sleep was quite a challenge. 

Upon hearing that the new man had no lodging for  the night, her decision was made and she smiled  at him. "That's it then," she nodded, "you'll just be staying with me. My house is near here, and even if it's not the most spacious, I'm sure there's room for the both of us. If I could fit a growing boy in it, I'm sure you'd find it comfortable without cramping." She really should have given this more thought, a strange man and a late night, but she trusted him, felt that somewhere in him he was someone she could depend on. It made her strong, or stupid.

[emrysiisms-deactivated20150309]

So… Triplets au, sorcereriisms & neckerchiefsandmagic ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

[sorcereriisms]

you. are. a. genius.

[mw-archive]

[ofxealdor]

"I am a saint and you three would do best to remember it." Oh god poor Hunith!

[ofgxldenheart]

                         ❝ Oh, no —— I’d much rather watch from the sidelines ❞

[ofxealdor]

         "But why, if I may? Why not join in and have a bit of fun?"

[ofxealdor]

my son ♥ :

              “He’d come more often, but running errands for                both Gaius and Arthur, and keeping him safe                just takes so much time,” Merlin explained quickly,                an elated smile curled on his face because of the                lovely familiarity of being in his Mum’s arms. “I’m                glad too, mother. Getting a free day is incredibly                hard, but I suppose Arthur felt generous. For once.”

            "Then he'd best take his time away to rest              let himself relax, he's home," she breathed,             the feeling of having her son in his arms              making her feel as if the small village had             come alive. Everything was brighter, lives             louder, and Hunith saw how much Merlin             meant to the community. "I know you how             you work hard, you deserve a day off. I'm             glad you chose to spend it with me, though."

[undercamelot]

A tall man with a willowy figure that had long blond hair the color of moonlight  would have stood out in any environment, let alone a humble village. He knew he had no hope of blending in with either form. His attention drifted over to the woman that approached him, a smile slid over his features, “indeed I am new to these parts. The pleasure is all mine Hunith, I am known as Kilgharrah.” 

[ofxealdor]

          The name seemed to unearth something in            her, and yet she couldn't place the feeling.            It was as if she'd heard the name before, as           it was spoken in excitement and fear. Trying            to push it aside, Hunith smiled at the man in           front of her. "Do you have a place to stay?           It's always good to make sure you know your           place to sleep for the night, and what you'll           do tomorrow, Kilgharrah."

[pendragxnii-deactivated20150319]

"Hunith. You can indeed; it is more a question of whether you will.” He paused. The subject of Guinevere, so long kept a secret, made him wary to broach it. But he was jealous. And jealousy was a powerful motivator.

[ofxealdor]

            "Anything, Sire. Tell me, what is it you need me             to do?" She nodded, looking at him. He seemed             to be acting peculiarly, and she wondered what             this could possibly be about. Whatever it was, it             must have been bothering him enough to make             him come all the way to Ealdor just to ask her.

[ofxealdor]

              "What's wrong, not going to join in               the festivities? Come on," Hunith               grinned, rushing to join the rest of               the people as they celebrated. "It's               only one day of the year, why not               have some fun?"

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[ofxealdor]

Friendly:

"You look a little lost. Do you need directions?" "That’s an awesome outfit." "How’s the chicken? I can’t decide whether to order it or not." "Excuse me, I think you dropped this." "I don’t know a single person here…"

Flirty:

"Wow, I’ve never seen an angel before…" "You’re the...

[ofxealdor]

"What excellent boiled potatoes.” [hi there!]

memes: accepting

"Aren't they? The crop was good thisyear, it seems like luck was on my side.But tell me, what is your name, dear?"

[ofxealdor]

my son:

                     “—He’s…”  he  trails  off,  hesitating as the truth is                      on the tip of his tongue but he can’t tell her. Merlin                      wants  nothing  more  than  for  his  mother  to  be                      happy and seeing her so upset (partly because of                      him)  makes all his previous resentment  dissipate                      into thin air; but…  She has a right to know even if                      she  was the first to keep the truth from  him.  “I’m                      sorry,” he says quietly, “Mother… I’m sorry.”

                       "     He's what, Merlin? He's what?" She can't stop                       her voice from rising, not when the fear has taken                       such a strong hold of her heart. His apology says                       everything he can't, and Hunith can't stop the small                       sob that racks through her as her dreams of being                       reuniting with Balinor were crushed. "Oh Merlin..."                       she cried, pulling him into her arms. "Your father,                        he was a good man, and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I                       wish you had been able to know him," she said, as                       tears fell from her eyes. 

[ofxealdor]

Cooking/Baking rp Starters

"No, no, no! Don't put that in yet!"

"Are you sure that you cooked it all the way?"

"Well, something definitely smells good in here."

"Are you... baking?"

"Here, you stir this while I set the oven temperature."

"Do you wanna lick the bowl?"

"It's boiling over!"

"Uh, that looks a little... overcooked."

"You got some batter on your face."

"What is this mess?"

"Why are you covered in flour?"

"Are you sure you're supposed to add that much sugar?"

"Ouch! That pan in hot!"

"Don't take that out of the oven with your bare hands!"

"I don't think you know how to use a mixer."

"Wash your hands, and then you can help me."

"Those aren't quite done."

"Does something smell burnt to you?"

"Now, fold the eggs in gently."

[ofxealdor]

my son ♥:

              “Can’t a son visit his mother without something                going terribly wrong?” Merlin replied with a smile,                arms quickly wrapping around the familiar figure                of his mother and pulling her into a tight hug.                “I just wanted to come and see you. I’ve missed you.”

            "He can, but when his visits are so rarely to             just visit, you can't blame me for being a bit             skeptical," she teased, trying not to let the             accusation color her tone. She hugged her             son, setting aside her hurt feelings, and let             herself be contented by his embrace. "I'm              glad you came back, this little village is too             quiet without you."

[ofxealdor]

*regrets doing greeters* *stops doing them* *hopes no one notices*