Merlin, leading a group of very confused round table into his dishevelled home, running straight to his liquor cabinet, grabbing the first bottle he could find and pulling the stopper off with his teeth while mumbling: that fucking dragon lied to me again. If he wasn’t six feet in the grave, I would order him to shove his head as far up his ass as his bloody awful hard on for vengeance was!
Lancelot: erm Merlin-
Merlin, between huge gulps of whatever liquor he could find: no, I’m serious. ‘The once and future king will return’ he said. ‘Don’t worry about it Merlin, Arthur’s coming back’ he said. Somehow he failed to mention the rest of the lot of you. I don’t have enough bloody rooms for this!
Gwaine: mate, why don’t you slow down-
Merlin, swaying slightly, from the booze or the mania no one’s all that sure: you know I had my suspicions that it might be Gwen and not Arthur. She did so much more than he did for the golden age and all. Never did I possibly think it was going to be all of you dollop heads.
Gwen: Merlin!
Arthur, at the same time: Hey!
Merlin, laughing like a maniac, maybe going a bit feral: no cause seriously, a little heads up from the universe would have been nice! ‘Hey, you’re about to have to home five freshly risen idiots and Gwen’! I have all of 3 carrots in my refrigerator and not a hope in the world on how to feed you all!
Leon, wrapped in a towel, obviously coming from having a bath, not looking as he walked into the madness: Em I have to say you were right about the Epsom salts-
***Stops dead and drops towel when he finally looks up at the situation playing out in his living room***
Merlin, handing over the bottle to Leon: nice of you to show up to the disaster that was listening to that lying, fucking ridiculous dragon!













