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[magicitselftm]

@theelectusrex​ ; cont.

     Merlin hadn’t meant to run off after the proposal. But it had been abrupt and out of nowhere and he’d been overwhelmed. He’d never imagined Arthur proposing to him in such a public setting. Having everyone watching them had his cheeks and ears turning warm. After keeping to himself in the stables for a time, he returned to Arthur, ready to accept the proposal. Because no matter how it happened, he would have accepted it either way.

     “Of course I mean it. I know I ran off before … ,” He wrung his hands in his brown jacket a bit, knowing he was still a little anxious from the days events. “I want to marry you. You just … caught me off guard is all.” And in front of all of those people too. He should just used to it honestly. “I love you, Arthur. I couldn’t imagine having anyone else at my side. You are my destiny.”

[m-bardbattled]

❝ camelot is beautiful. ❞   it’s lush, far greener than her northern home. traveling here, she’s left behind rugged highland for pastureland and forested hills. the city is stunning as well - especially decorated as it is for the summertime festivities. the sun is high and bright, the days are long, and there is a sense of plenty. looking down on the streets from here, she almost thinks she might enjoy being here. it almost doesn’t matter that her reasons are tragic, that her kingdom needs a strong ally or it will be destroyed.   ❝ you are very fortunate. ❞

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In spite of everything, after having slept two days on the matter, Ezekiel had remained unconvinced. It seemed so wrong, to know what was going on behind the scenes and yet stand idly by, awaiting some sort of miracle, or for the people to reach such an urgent point of desperation that they were forced to lead an uprising themselves. The thought made Ezekiel feel complicate in their murder. Nothing about it was palatable.

He planned on approaching the matter from a theological perspective, to use the angle of Uther’s newfound faith to get the point across. Maybe then he’d have more of a chance - it was why the King had brought him after all, to be spokesperson on such matters. Even he couldn’t argue with that.

Okay. Breathe in, breathe out.

Holding his head high as the double doors swung open, Ezekiel entered the room, managing to maintain a neutral energy in spite of the underlying fear. His eyes lingered on the Prince for a brief moment, having not expected to see him here. But no matter. Given their prior conversation, Ezekiel had become resigned to the fact that he’d likely have to do this alone. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t scared, but he wasn’t going to try and drag the Prince in against his will. No. He was here of his own accord and would insistently contest as such if it came to it. 

It’s alright, Arthur, he thought as his gaze flickered momentarily upon the Prince. Anything that happens today is on my head and mine alone. You’re safe. 

“Your Majesty. Your Highness,” a formal address accompanied by a low bow. “Forgive my intrusion but I must speak with his Majesty as a matter of urgency.” And with that, he spread out the black fabric of his cassock in a neat square before him as he lowered to kneel before the two royals - holy, humble, dignified. Above all, though; passive. Non-aggressive, a gesture of vulnerability.

“You have expressed on many occasions your wish to be a good Christian King, Your Majesty, upon which you have brought me here to advise you. It is for that very reason that I have come to you today; out of duty to you, and in honour of your request to me.” Those sharp, blue eyes, directed humbly towards the floor, now moved to make direct contact with King’s.

“Your Majesty, are you aware that murder is among the most grievous of Cardinal Sins?”

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[bottlechaos]

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Yennefer hadn't been at court within Camelot for long, although her presence among the knights hadn't gone unnoticed. She hated celebrations, feasts in general always finding them to be boring, although she hoped Camelot wouldn't live up to other Kingdoms reputations. She walked through the great hall, the doors opening for her.

Yennefer had a certain air of confidence that always radiated from her. She was a beautiful woman, intimidating to some perhaps, raven curls falling gently upon her shoulders with violet eyes that complimented the dark hair, posture tall. Merlin passed her a goblet of wine and Yen noticed Percival and Gwaine were staring as they stood beside Arthur "My lord" Yennefer greeted with a small smile. "You do not like the ale my lady?" Gwaine asked a grin across his features, Yennefer turned toward the Knight a slight smirk forming across her features. "I have tried it many times but it always tastes like piss" Blunt as ever it seemed, she took a sip of the wine enjoying the unique warm taste.

[dhampirslays]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! 💗☺️ Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of eight people who are beautiful. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out!! 💝✨

/ no YOU are beautiful  (ง'̀-'́)ง  fight me. but also :’’) i love you. <3

[fawnmaid]

her dreams have disrupted her sleep... again. she sees a storm gathering on a horizon, dark clouds against the crimson of the pendragons. it threatens a sunrise or it heralds a sunset; she can’t be sure. elain knows better than to decide what an aisling means so soon after she’s had it. she decides to wander, find somewhere peaceful and quiet to sit and think. lady tegan won’t mind if she sleeps in just a little while to make up for it. she doubts other servants have such understanding employers, but she’s fortunate. 

she never lingers in castle corridors during the daytime. there’s too much hustle and bustle. but there’s no rules against exploring them once most everyone’s gone to bed, even if the guards squint at her when they pass by on their rounds. all she needs to do is not go looking for trouble. what trouble can she get into here, though, in front of the large-paned windows overlooking the courtyard? there’s a statue, and she’s sat on its base. the light of the full moon pours in through those windows and splashes all over the floor, and all over her. it’s comforting. she folds her hands in her lap, tilts her head up slightly, and shuts her eyes to soak in it.

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[rawbutprecious]

Continued from x for @theelectusrex

Blades clashing was the only sound echoing in Arthur's ears. As he turned to check on his manservant, his eyes grew fixated on the scene before him. A man had went behind Merlin and plunge a knife into his side. "MERLIN WATCH OUT!" The scream was deafening. Slowly he saw his friend and closest companion hit the ground, not moving. "NOO!" Another bandit came upon the prince and he quickly dispatched him. After getting his sword free, he rushed to his servants side and went to hoist him on his shoulder. He needed to get him out of her before he lost too much blood.

Merlin knew he ought to have been more cautious, but watching for his own safety never occurred to him in the heat of battle. His safety did not get precedence. Protecting Arthur and Camelot's destiny took center stage 9.99 times out of 10. If the warlock considered his own needs, it happened in the last second.

That was the case today in the melee. Battle raged in all directions. An enemy fighter prepared to strike down Sir Leon. As discreet as possible, Merlin enchanted a decaying bough and dropped it upon the fiend; thus the good knight lived to see another dawn.

No one, but Lancelot knew of Merlin's Abilities and that needed to continue. While Merlin doubted Arthur would turn him in to Uther (and thus signaling his demise), there were some Knights who would. While they seemed to genuinely care of his well-being that stimmed from his good-nature and lack of apparent survival skills. However, all bets were off if his magic came into play. Bounty money hung over his head. Many of those knights would seek that fortune; Merlin did not blame them even if the fact seared hurt in his heart.

Of course, though, he should have been careful. Magic got focused to enchanting swords to fight on their own accord. Rocks rolled as the earth rumbled. Branches cracked and fell. The enemy got thrown back by an invisible force. Still even with his secretive assistance, the enemy pushed forward. Spells used for defense pulled away from the magic used for sensing the presence of others and before he could react, the attack happened.

He gasped as the blade sank through his side. Knees crumpled and energy waning, he collapsed prone. Head tilting up, he looked his enemy in the eye. "Beroun," he panted, shivering from pain, blood loss, and fever. The man had tried to end the warlock's life before and failed. This time Merlin might not be so lucky. Passing out, the warlock only came to when Arthur tried to move him. "No. Stop."