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“ Why, what are you doing? Come on, Merlin’s over there waiting for you too!”
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“ Why, what are you doing? Come on, Merlin’s over there waiting for you too!”
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."
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?"
ardentlyarthur:
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❝ 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.
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.
So… Triplets au, sorcereriisms & neckerchiefsandmagic ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
you. are. a. genius.
"I am a saint and you three would do best to remember it." Oh god poor Hunith!
❝ Oh, no —— I’d much rather watch from the sidelines ❞
"But why, if I may? Why not join in and have a bit of fun?"
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."
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.”
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."
"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.
"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.
"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?"
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...
"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?"
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.
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."
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."
*regrets doing greeters* *stops doing them* *hopes no one notices*