#hunithofealdor

[dxrknesswillrise]

Oh my, are you alright? Those look awfully painful.

                                                                      “—- Fine, thank you, my Lady,” the Druid responded, giving the woman a small incline of his head in thanks. Indeed, the bruises staining his translucent skin were sore, but he knew the marks would soon fade, as would the pain that came with them.

                                    Still, Mordred appreciated her asking all the same.

[magiciswhoiam-archive]

ϟϟ heellooo :3

For every ϟ in my inbox I'll tell you a random thought my muse has about yours.

"I love her smile. It could light up even the darkest of nights."

"I wish I could’ve been a better son to her. Not cause her any trouble at all and always help her when she needed help. "

[goldeneyesofcamelot-archive]

-leaves a pile of freshly washed neckerchiefs at the foot of your bed with a note- Please do try and not get them as filthy, they'll tatter and tear before long, and I'd hate to ruin another one of your shirts making them. Gone to market for the day, heat up some stew if you like. Will can have some too. -Mum

   A fond smile tugged at the boy's lips the moment he awoke and spotted the pile of neckerchiefs, assorted blues and reds, and sitting atop, a note from his mother -- the most important person in his life.  His smile growing more eager, Merlin hopped onto his knees, shuffling across the less than comfortable bed and plucking up the first of the neckerchiefs.  He hurriedly wrapped it around his little throat, tying it in the back and the hopping up to get dressed the rest of the way.

   Despite the note, it was safe to say it wouldn't stay so remarkably clean -- not once the week was through.

[goldeneyesofcamelot-archive]

home is where we rest our bones

hunithofealdor

Merlin could feel his legs quivering beneath him as he walked -- trudged.  Only one day ago, he had lost his king, his friend, his destiny and his world felt torn, turned upside down.  He had lived for Arthur.  He was here for Arthur and now he was gone and all he could think of was his mother and how much he wanted to see her, to wrap his arms around her again like the child he felt like.

The walk felt so much longer than it had truly been, but then, time felt slower in general.  Finally, though he reached it.  Home.  Ealdor.  He'd grown used to his life in Camelot, to the daily risks, and to the friendships he had both made and lost, but his home was in Ealdor.  Nothing would ever change that and he needed that now more than ever.

There it was, the small house by the opposite edge of the little village.  He approached, pace quickening until he reached the doorway, pushing open the door.  The pack on the warlock's back fell, landing a heap on the floor the moment he spotted his mother across that very room. "Mother?" he whispered, his throat dry, fatigued.

[dragoonlord]

hunithofealdor replied to your post: :( Goodbye.

:( no

I love you :)?

[dragoonlord]

:( Goodbye.

"Er, mum? Right, you’re probably out. Or asleep. I hope you’re asleep; you’ve been looking more and more tired lately. You should take care of yourself, huh? I know that I should be there to help with that, to help with chores, to help take care of you, and I’ve done…a terrible job of it. I’m sorry I couldn’t really be around more. Or even, at all. Er. These things are timed, aren’t they? I just-I just wanted to thank you. For looking out for me when I couldn’t look out for myself. Or you, even. I wish I’d been able to, though. To do both. Look out for us. I, er, I’m sorry, mum. I never meant for all of this to get so out of hand. I love you, mum." 

[dragoonlord]

+hunithofealdor

Merlin's face broke out into a smile with relief at the sight of his mother. "Mum!"