@avalonslight said: “I heard you weren’t having that great of a day… These are your favorite candies, right?”
Strange as it sounded, Merlin didn’t actually want to let the fierce fire of his own fury simmer down just yet--it always felt a bit better, on days like these, to know he could get angry, at least, to know he could stay angry as long as he liked, to know Sir Kay could tell him what to do, but not what to think, and certainly not what to feel--but, all the same, he felt a small sliver of the tight tension trickle slowly out of him. Sir Kay might be absolutely horrid, but at least he always had Freya.
“No,” he tipped his head back until he hit the wall, “no, today’s not been the best. You can say that again.” He turned his head to the side to look at her, to smile at her--much as he still wanted to tie Sir Kay to the wildest mare in the palace stables and let her have her way with him, it meant more to him than he could even say that Freya had come here to talk to him, to try and cheer him up. He tucked his long legs up under him to clear a seat on the window’s ledge for her, too. “Much better now that I’ve seen you, though.”