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Once again I am sorry for the delay with replies It has been a rather tough week that has made it hard to hone onto my Merlin muse. But I do promise replies will come shortly! Also to all my new followers: please feel free to pop into my inbox if you want to plot a thread out with me, I would absolutely love to do that with you all ♥
[Well, my exam week is finally over, so the New Year is starting to look up again! Fresh starts happen every minute, after all, don’t they? :)
Sounds like a good New Year’s eve :D Strange to think that was over a week ago, now. Time appears to be speeding up again, and I’m not at all sure I approve of it O.o
Hope it’s been, err, better paced for you :) (And that you’ve had lots of cat cuddles :D I am of the opinion that cat cuddles improve any and all situations)]
[I'm so happy to hear that! Things do tend to feel a lot better after exams are over. I have to admit I do like how things can instantly get better sometimes; it's certainly welcome.
Time is moving fast, it feels like it was just yesterday I got home from college, and it has already been a month. It's kinda insane now that I'm thinking about it. I don't think I fully approve of it either >.>
And thank you so much! You are far too kind! And thank you, I also agree that kitty cuddles can improve almost every situation. They always make me feel better that's for certain~]
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Mason lowered the sword. "Sorry." He said trying to act more casual now hoping that the stranger from Camelot wouldn't suspect anything.
Merlin carefully watched as the sword found its way back into its sheath. His eyes then flicked up to Mason's, "no harm done, you are forgiven," he smiled at him though suspicion prickled at the back of his mind.
Something in Common
Crowley’s keen perception did not allow much at all to slip by it. And he certainly did not miss the look of sadness after the shy grin. Ever since being ‘cured,’ Crowley’s humanity was back in full force and he was something of an empath. He could get a great sense of loss from this young man, but he didn’t question it because he knew that, coming from a stranger, it may only seem like an invasion. But Crowley did wonder what sorts of things he had experienced, and how he had ended up here.
He had to pretend not to notice Merlin’s moment of zoning out, but he was keeping an eye out for cars or things that the seeming youth might miss in his preoccupation. That look in his eyes… he had to be much older than he appeared. Crowley was sure of that. If he was something special and the Winchesters heard… maybe there was some way to keep them in the dark.
At least Sam seemed to realize that not all things supernatural were evil and deserved to die, but it was the older brother that Crowley worried about. Crowley’s own presence around this stranger would no doubt harm his reputation with the hunters even more… he became lost in his worry too, and almost didn’t hear when the barista asked him for his order.
"A gingerbread latte, light on the sugar, please." He turned to look at Merlin. “What are you having? I’ll gladly buy your drink, too.”
Hundreds of years alone could make a person habitually do things that their mind never consciously registers any longer. Merlin used to chide himself for getting lost in his own thoughts and emotions for any given time, but now it was different. Now he would disappear into his own mind for minutes on end and not even care. Through these years his mind had been his only constant companion that he would consult daily for memories of the past; memories of better days that happened long ago. The immortal warlock needed to learn how to properly converse and trust people again; but for now he welcomed the memories of the time period when he actually had a purpose instead of waiting for a day that may or may not come.
Being alone and relatively isolated, Merlin sadly was not truly aware of the hunters that may perceive him as a threat. He was no longer naive to the fact that his "gift" would not be welcomed even in this modern age, but he was sadly not aware of a group that a group of people similar to the witch hunters still existed. In some ways he was still the same naive eighteen year old that stepped into Camelot for the first time.
Merlin's eyes drifted to Crowley when even he noticed the man was no longer actively responsive, he could not help but wonder what Crowley was thinking now. Thus far he had spent an hour or so with Crowley and the man was still as mysterious as ever to him. He wanted to know more, but he too did not wish to invade anyone's privacy.
He could not help but smile when Crowley spoke at last. "You don't have to, but thanks I appreciate it. Gotta admit that your kindness and generosity are refreshing," he turned to the person behind the counter, "I will have a medium white chocolate mocha, and can you please put the little marshmallows on it? thanks a lot." His warm eyes flicked back to Crowley at last, "I hope I can learn more about you, you're like a mystery wrapped in an enigma to me so far."
*~The Bond Between Camelot and Winterfell~*
Robb smiled at the King’s kind words and couldn’t help but think that by the way things were going they most definitely were going to be friends and a close alliance which would be very good for him and his people. His eyes never strayed from the brunette manservant though, there was just something about him that intrigued the young wolf King. Almost like he immediately trusted him. It was very strange. It probably had to do with the fact that they were both magical but no one knew Robb was a warg, he tried to keep that side of him suppressed.
Noticing that the servant’s cheeks turned red Robb felt ever so guilty and it showed on his face before turning back to Arthur as he was once again addressed. A bright smile graced his face as he heard that Grey Wind would be able to stay with him. “His name’s Grey Wind,” he supplied. “He’ll answer to that if you ever need him.” Merlin. So that was his name. Robb nodded, “Thank you, but I usually take care of Grey Wind myself, though I will use Merlin as a manservant as well thank you.” He gave Merlin a reassuring smile.
Robb was the kind of person to do things himself so unless he was extremely busy or it included taking care of his chamber pot Robb tended to make his own bed and even tidy up his room as well as dress himself. Yes he does have servants but the mostly do the delivering messages to other people for him and other tasks such as fetching him dinner if he decided to eat in his own chambers. Turning back to Arthur he nodded, “I have no doubt in his loyalty, I’ve heard many things of the loyalty of your men King Arthur and I have no doubt that it extends to your servants and citizens as well.”
He smiled down at the servant and wasn’t exactly sure what to say. “Please call me Robb if you wish,” he said, “And you may stand.” Once Merlin stood up Robb then leaned closer and whispered with a knowing look, “You can take that hat off, it looks a bit ridiculous and I can tell how much you hate it. Don’t worry it won’t offend me in the slightest. If anything I’d be offended if you didn’t take it off.”
It wasn't polite to stare; least of all if you happened to be employed as a servant and staring at the visiting king. He had that fully instilled within him, but even so, Merlin just could not rip his eyes away from Robb Stark. There was something different about the King from Winterfell, he just could not fathom what it possibly could be. All he knew was that he already felt assured and comforted by the king's presence. He already approved of the possible alliance between their two kingdoms. He ran his hues over the king in some attempt to study him and figure him out, in that instance his eyes locked with Robb's. Another blush of embarrassment rushed over his prominent cheeks and he bowed his eyes and head downward in attempt to make up for his transgression.
Arthur, fortunately, did not have eyes on the back of his head so he was unaware that anything occurred between his manservant and Robb, which was therefore fortunate for Merlin. He merely found himself smiling from the fact that, thus far, Robb had been one of the most pleasant exchanges he had with another king. "It is simply my pleasure Robb Stark," he assured him, "and your words are very flattering since I do strive to be the king that this kingdom needs and deserves. You seem to inspire the very same within your own people."
Merlin heard the king's kind welcoming words, his eyes flicked up and he could not help but offer a smile in response. It would be awkward to call a king by his first name, Merlin would oblige if that was the king's wish. He did tense a bit when Robb learned close, but he found himself soon smiling from ear to ear as a laugh even left his lips. "Yes sir, it would be my pleasure to take this hat off for you," he replied and took hold of the hideous thing and took it off of his head, "thank you."
Though he did not know what they were speaking to one another, Arthur was relieved to see Robb and Merlin both smiling, "I assume you and your companions are exhausted from your trip. I will have Merlin show you to your rooms so that you can rest. We can start discussing politics tomorrow."
I am afraid one day I will.
Amelia had been carrying a load of laundry to be done up to her forehead, but she knew the all familiar sound of Merlin's clumsiness. She laughed for a moment and set the pile of clothes on the other end of the rug. She stooped into a kneel and picked up the runaway goblet, walking it over to the other servant. "Anything for a friend." She smiled softly at the boy. He was definitely strange, clumsy, and very interesting, at least to her. She helps gather the goblets into the boxes he carried and took one. "How about we split the laundry and goblets half and half?" She offered, already moving over to the pile to split it. She placed half of the pile, now more manageable, on each box to prepare to carry. "Has the future king and current prat been keeping you busy?" She asked quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear and tell the king.
The tips of Merlin's ears and his pale cheeks turned red with embarrassment when he heard a laugh since he knew it was in response to his usual clumsiness. He did try to be careful, but it never seemed to help. He bashfully smiled at Amelia as she began to help him, "thanks, can't say how much I appreciate the help, but that does sound like a plan to me," he agreed and let out a happy sigh of relief when the load in his arms did not feel dangerously close to it all just spilling over the floor.
He smiled one of his warm genuine smiles at her as they started heading to their destination of the great hall to deliver their piles. "Plenty busy actually. All the regular duties of waking him, dressing him, feeding him and tending to his various needs of the day on top of everything we have to do for this ball, but he's also a bit testy since he's stressed about this event so it's been a real job," he exhaled a bit in exasperation yet he continued to smile, "he is not as bad as he used to be I admit."
*~Twisted by fate:// LeFayofAvalon~*
In a once upon a time the high priestess used to be a woman that was kind hearted and would do just about anything for anyone. Anyone would think that she was a woman possessed by the Devil himself. Over a short space of time the high priestess changed into a woman whom only ever protected herself and her kind, and would not think twice in killing anyone that crossed her. She had no need for anyone now, the only person in her eyes that was ever true to her and never once betrayed her was her own sister Morgause. Now with her dead she would do anything to make her proud, and that was to take Camelot as her own and kill all those that had betrayed her. Now seeing the helpless serving boy in front of her was more than enough to start her off, and a gentle smirk tugged at her crimson lips. Oh seeing him struggle against those magical binds sent such thrill through her body she just didn’t want to stop. Oh no —- Let this drag out. Oh that would be delightful. Surely Camelot could wait just for a few more days at least. She pushed her dark hood down letting her raven curls run freely down her shoulders and almost instantly she knelt down to his height, emerald eyes locking with his sapphire ones. "Oh no not we…" She whispered calmly, which was quite odd even for Morgana. She continued to watch him, letting her eyes travel over him and once satisfied seeing him struggle helplessly, she rose to her feet once more, a laugh finally escaping her lips. “You Merlin. This is just the beginning of your torture. Nothing will ever be enough after what you did to me but it will have to do. What is it like being helpless to someone you once cared about?” She asked sarcastically, head tilting to one side. “It’s not a nice feeling, is it?”
Merlin indeed felt helpless. He felt helpless a long time before these magical binds found themselves wound around his slim body. The helplessness he now felt originated from the very moment he heard and knew Morgana had magic; from then on he had to stand by and watch his friend suffer and be unable to do nothing for her, lest he risk everything that he had worked so hard to achieve. Gaius and Kilgharrah always made it sound like the choice was so simple, but the reality of choosing the future of a kingdom over a person he considered to be one of his closest friends killed him on the inside.
Looking upon her now, the young warlock felt his heart shatter furthe r as he saw the complete maliciousness that gripped her and caused her to undertake actions that would have never occurred her just a few years ago. He could not help but look at the smirk that had spread over her lips at the sight of him, it was further confirmation that the Morgana he once knew was truly dead, yet... he hoped...
The pain of the tight ropes constricting around his body caused him to wince as the smallest of gasps left his lips as he broke eye contact for just a moment. The weight of the moment was crippling and he was completely unsure what to feel anymore; the heartbreak over his former friend was certainly the most prominent.
Morgana's words rolled over his ears and he lifted his head as the high priestess stood up from her throne; a chill ran down his spine making him forget about the binds for the briefest of moments. "I still care about you. We all still care about you, Arthur included. You really don't have to do this, any of this. Things are going to change in Camelot." As much as he had a right to hate her, he could not bring himself to hate her; not when he knew how horrible to live in a land that rather see all those with magic executed, than understand.
Feeling a bit better today, I'll try to get some replies done.
Thank you for the love and support and sticking with me. You all have just been too wonderful <3
Once again, so sorry for the delay. I have been feeling unwell this week so my Merlin muse has been rather spotty. Replies and asks will be done within a day or so, I can promise you all that because I have been starting to feel better finally.
MISCELLANEOUS DISNEY QUOTE MEME
❛ Ladies don’t start fights, but they can finish them. ❜
❛ Do I have sparkling sapphire eyes that dazzle too? ❜
❛ The only thing predictable about life is its unpredictability. ❜
❛ You are braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. ❜
❛ Who’s to say I won’t live forever? ❜
❛ Is there any chance that I’m going to get super-strength in my hand? Because I’m not going to lie. That would be stupendous. ❜
❛ Man has always learned from the past. After all, you can’t learn history in reverse! ❜
❛ We mustn’t lurk in doorways. It’s rude. ❜
❛ Well, some people use their imagination. ❜
❛ My little baby, out to destroy people! ❜
❛ Who disturbs my slumber? ❜
❛ Who are you and how did you find me? ❜
❛ I warned you never to come here! ❜
❛ Shut the window. That bird is giving me a headache. ❜
❛ Teenagers. They think they know everything. ❜
❛ Look around you. This is where the path of hatred has brought us. ❜
❛ This? I’ve gotten out of worse scrapes than this. Can’t think of anything right now, but. ❜
❛ We done a lot of things we’re not proud of. Robbing graves, eh, plundering tombs, double parking. But, nobody got hurt. Well, maybe somebody got hurt, but nobody we knew. ❜
❛ Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it. ❜
❛ No, look harder. ❜
❛ What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula? ❜
❛ You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? ❜
❛ Oh, look at that. I’ve been impaled. ❜
❛ Wait, you got engaged to someone you just met that day? ❜
❛ Didn’t your parents ever warn you about strangers? ❜
❛ Oh, he’s so handsome. Just like his reward posters. ❜
❛ It appears that I now have an outlaw for an in-law. ❜
❛ Rob? Tsk tsk tsk. That’s a naughty word. We never rob. We just sort of borrow a bit from those who can afford it. ❜
❛ Merciful heavens! ❜
❛ Not to change the subject, but, um… ever chased chickens? ❜
❛ Just keep swimming. ❜
❛ Fish are friends, not food. ❜
❛ 'Cause we were like, “woaaaah!”, and I was like, “woaaaah.” and you were like, “woaaahh…” ❜
❛ And-and I look at you, and I… and I’m home. ❜
❛ But if you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you though. I remember everyone that leaves. ❜
❛ Oh good! My dog found the chainsaw! ❜
❛ I’m sorry I bit you… and pulled your hair… and punched you in the face… ❜
“I swear, I will protect you or die at your side.”
[First off, Happy New Year! :)
I’ve spent most of today feeling a bit rubbish myself, but up till now not been too bad. Naturally. So much for my optimism for the new year, eh? ;) But then, I did spend the countdown to midnight alternating between attempting to draw and assuring my cat that no, the world was not ending. Ah well. :)
How’s the first day of 2015 been for you?]
[ Happy New Year to you as well dear! :D <3
That sounds like a certainly interesting and unique way to spend New Years Eve, I definitely approve that's for sure! I spent it drinking a rum coke and cuddling with one of my cats as I watched stuff with my brother.
The new year has been rough so far with bits of drama here and there but things are finally looking up; so it seems like my optimism for the new year is a bit delayed as well :P
How has the new year been for you thus far?]
*~Servants at Camelot:// Ameliarolarchwood~*
Camelot was gripped by excitement and movement as Camelot prepared itself for the visit from an ally royal family. Camelot was pulling all the punches for this visit for Uther truly wanted to impress. During the visit the castle would be adjourned with the best and most luxurious decoration, the most succulent of food, the sweetest music, and the most attentive service. It was simple and easy to order such things when you were a king; if you were a servant, that was an entirely different matter. Servants had to do the work to produce everything that the king wished, and ensure that it wished the level of perfection he desired.
Merlin was often busy from the moment he woke to the moment he passed out upon his bed with the duties of just being Prince Arthur's manservant; however, now he had those duties and the duties of preparing the castle for the ball, feast, and the visiting royal's visit in general. Merlin did not have a single moment in which he could stop and stretch out his aching body. At this point his fingers were growing red and incredibly sore from constantly scrubbing the floors.
At this moment he was having a break from scrubbing the floors because his hands and arms were too busy carrying an oversized load of boxes full of goblets to the dining hall. As he moved, what he believed to be, carefully down the hall - Merlin's foot managed to catch the edge of a rug and he tripped sending various goblets clattering to the ground as well as rolling down the hall. He watched in embarrassed anguished as he watched one roll to the feet of another servant.
Once he managed to gather himself from his embarrassment, he shifted and cleared his throat, "Uh Amelia... sorry to bother you, I know you're busy and all, but... help?"
*~ Children of Magic:// LadyMorganaofCamelot~*
No one knew the pain of being a creature of magic and having to hide it from loved ones, or else suffer an agonizing death, more than Merlin. Uther's declaration that all users of magic shall be put to death was the very reason the most powerful sorcerer decided to live as a simple clumsy servant in order to keep the "Once and Future King" safe from all those that wished him harm. Arthur was prophesied to bring about a new age or equality, righteousness, and goodness; and it was that possibility of a brighter future that kept the hidden warlock persevering through life when it was the most difficult.
He knew of a kindred spirit who led very much the same life, and sadly did not the knowledge of a brighter future and the hope that came with it; and he worried that it would cripple her.
Merlin waited patiently as he possibly could, tapping his fingers upon the solid wooden table as he watched Gaius meticulously put together a potion to help Morgana sleep through her nightmares. Merlin watched as a crimson liquid was mixd with one of a cerelean hue. He knew it would not help Morgana in the way that she wanted or needed, but he would bring it to her like Gaius wanted him to.
Merlin felt himself slip into daydreams, as he normally did when he waited too long, and it was when he lost track of reality that Gaius held a bottle of the sleeping draft in front of him. He let out a quiet sigh and took hold of it and journeyed straight to Morgana's room
Once there he felt himself pause before knocking on the door of Morgana's bedroom, "Lady Morgana, it's Merlin. I have Gaius's medicine."
More than anything he wished he could be the true friend she needed rather than giving her a medicine that may no longer help her.
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