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        "It’s not that---or maybe it’s just that.”

It had to be. Arthur hadn’t bothered observing his servant today, being more occupied by his duties. But even amidst his duties and beyond sight of Merlin, he was thinking about him. The way he went about the compound with Gaius, laughed alongside his knights, wiped his brows of perspiration, removed his scarf when it had gotten too warm and revealed bare white skin of neck and collar-----

        “I must be ill.”

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From Knights to Sailors

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Bruised & Broken Memes

  “I’m– I’m fine.”

  He wasn’t, but it’d been since his childhood since Merlin had admitted to any amount of damage done to his person to keep various people from worrying. Though it likely wouldn’t make much of a difference– beaten and bloody, he’d been tossed in an alley of a tavern. People were getting less and less friendly about magic. Witchcraft, they called it. Belonged to servants of the devil.

  It hurt him that so many thought something so wonderful was nothing but evil.

  Nonetheless, not everyone was bad, as was apparent by the careful hands on him trying assess the many bruises and cuts and scrapes he sported. “S’alright, just need to go back to the inn.” Merlin had always been terrible at healing magic, especially on himself, so the privacy was for his own peace of mind and not for hiding secrets.

It had been only a routine patrol. He had truthfully, just been about to turn in for the night when the groan of pain reached the Commodore’s ears.Following the hunch, he had come upon the injured young man.   Instantly, he had instructed Lieutenant Gillette to fetch a physician and Groves to bring some fresh water.  The Commodore kneeling before the other. 

“Then, I suppose that isn’t your blood half splattered on the cobblestone either.  Judging by that black eye and multiple contusions, you most certainly are not fine, now there will be no more discussion on the matter, you need to save your strength, do I make myself clear?” 

James gave the other a stern look, taking the water from his lieutenant and thanking him by name, before supporting the injured man and lightly pressed the cup of water to split lips for a drink. Using the rest to wipe away some of the blood from the cut to his head. 

“However, If you insist on speaking, then perhaps you can tell me both your name and who did this to you?”

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It wasn't an exciting day in Gaius' work. There had been the odd person in and out of the physician's room but nothing to stress over. The days had been getting colder and the sun lowered in the sky. The fire was on by the window keeping the room that bit warmer to help ease the inevitable chill in the air.

Evienne was sat by the desk, crushing and squeezing lavender to make the essential oil. She had been doing it all day that her hands and even clothes had begun to smell of the relaxing floral scent. Gaius was out collecting herbs for the day, trusting his apprentice with patients on his absence. The young woman gazed into blank space, bordem over clouding her.

Her attention suddenly picked up as she heard the door open "I'm nearly done!" Evienne called thinking it was Gaius who had returned but when she turned her head to see Merlin, her chestnut hues widened. "oh.. Merlin, I thought you were Gaius" She stated almost embarrassingly, flushing a little at her easy mistake.

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    [Phoenix]- Well, this was unexpected but not the worst. Victoria, being so short, ended up being picked off the ground with her feet kicking wildly in the air behind them. Realistically she could easily break this hold and possibly send the bloke down in a chokehold but, that would defeat the purpose- it was rare to see him smile. Smirking, she decided to lean over and plant a kiss on his cheek. “That actually. Seeing as you got me up here.”

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Morgana gave him a pointed look, almost annoyed. “What happened?” She asked, an eyebrow raised as she crossed her arms. She wanted to be helpful, she did, but she still couldn’t help the remaining feelings left behind. “Is it your turn to accidentally wage war?” She had a teasing edge in her voice, yet her own expression was one of concern. 

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Wanderers

     Normally, on her scheduled break (or rather whenever she could break away from the screaming and the rushing) Victoria would immediately go outside for some damn fresh air and smoke. Anything to get the shaking in her hands to stop even though they were covered in blood most of the time these days. However, something else caught her immediate attention. Something that, she hasn’t felt in a long long time.

    Magic. Or rather, a massive reserve of magic the likes of which she hasn’t seen or felt in centuries. The first time she felt it, she almost dropped her tray of tools in the hallway it struck her so strongly. The matron in charge almost had her head but it didn’t matter- something, someone was carrying a great mass of pure magical power and she had to know who. Were they a friend? An enemy? A spy? Too many questions, not enough answers.

    However, a lead popped up- in the form of a scrawny young man going by the name of ‘Emerson.’ One of the VAD volunteers, curious that he wasn’t immediately pulled to the front lines unless he didn’t make the cut in the draft. It was admirable then, that he helped in the war effort regardless. But, that wasn’t what got Victoria’s attention. Whenever he was in the same vicinity as her, that same massive power signature would pummel her head like a tank. Guessing, it had to come from him, but until she had more answers... she had to speak to him. Now.

    She timed it so that their smoke breaks were synched so that she could talk to him alone. People today still didn’t react warmly when the subject of ‘magic’ was breached. With a war going on to boot, people didn’t care unless it meant fighting on the next day.

     “Got a light?” she asked, approaching Emerson with what she hoped was a small smile. She had a lighter but she had to open a conversation with him somehow.

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           “Merlin.”

Arthur’s tone was almost condescending, as usual, as he called out to his only hunting companion. Though it was only so that he could have Merlin’s attention when he held out the small sprigs of rare winter flowers he had found by a tree trunk, lips pressed together in a bid to not give away his shyness over doing this. But maybe he was also in a mood to be nice.

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    “Merlin,” the Nation sighed, grasping his arm lightly, “it’s okay to miss someone... especially if you love them. Who were they? If, it’s okay to ask.” Although, she had an inkling already; she knew the stories, the legends surrounding the name ‘Merlin.’

    And the man who would be King.