Camelot

King Arthur Pendragon Ruler of Camelot Age: 24 | FC: Max Irons Merlin, the great King Arthur being slaine, Foretould that he should come to life againe, And long time after weild great Brittaines state More powerfull ten-fould, and more fortunate. M!A: None Tracking: theonlykingarthur Note** An indie roleplay! I will roleplay with anyone, from any fandom, any period of time.

[lefaymorgaine]

A New Addition || Morgaine & Arthur - Closed

[lefaymorgaine]

She smiled at his obvious nervousness, finding it endearing. Gently, she pushed herself from the door frame and stepped into the room, nodding. “Things went brilliantly, and we’re both perfectly fine.”

Morgaine turned her smile down the bundle in her arms, her expression softening as soon as she laid eyes on the sleeping face of her perfect little world. Removing one arm from under the baby, she reached over and pushed back a bit of the blanket from Rosalyn’s forehead so Arthur could see her face better. 

Porcelain skin tinged with pink, a good amount of downy soft flaxen hair, and, when awake, blue-green eyes that seemed to hold knowledge beyond her brand new existence to the world. When she’d been handed her daughter for the first time and the small child had peered up at her with those eyes, her breath had caught in her throat. A sensation she’d missed the first time around, and tears had automatically sprung to her eyes. 

She’d cooed and fussed over the little girl, gently smoothing her hand over the soft hair on Rosalyn’s head, and murmuring blessing after blessing to the child’s forehead. Even now, as she peered down at her daughter, Morgaine mentally sworn that she would do everything in her power to keep the child happy for her whole life.

Remembering Arthur, she shifted the bundle slightly.

“A perfectly healthy little girl,” she murmured lovingly before smiling back up at Arthur and reaching for him. “Rosalyn. Her name’s Rosalyn. Come here, closer.”

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"You're fine," he breathed, nodding. "Good, good." He had been most worried. Arthur had heard of the troubles that she had with their son, and did not wish to lose her. "Thank God and the Goddess," he murmured. "I wanted to go there many times. I was out in the living room for a long time, but your cries made it too hard," he said quietly, shaking his head. "I could not bare to hear you in pain, so I came and tried to finish the building here," he mused.

His gaze turned to the bundle as well, watching as Morgaine pushed some of the blanket away to reveal the small face. "She is so tiny," he breathed out, eyes wide. "Is she supposed to be that small?" there was a note of worry in his voice, reaching to brush a finger lightly across the rosy cheeks. "So tiny, and so beautiful," Arthur murmured.

He enjoyed how his sister fussed over the small thing and chuckled, an arm wrapping around the older woman slowly, giving her a squeeze. "How I love you, my Morgaine. I cannot fathom the words for it," he told her. "And now we have this child as proof of our love. Even if it were the gray magicians that brought her to us." he mused.

"Rosalyn," the man repeated, nodding. "A good name. Beautiful name. And what is her last?" he asked, a little unsure. He knew that Morgaine had taken up another last name when she started her life here, while he had kept the Pendragon name; he couldn't just give it up, after all. 

[lefaymorgaine]

A New Addition || Morgaine & Arthur - Closed

The brunette stared down at the peacefully sleeping bundle in her arms, look of a mixture of pure awe and disbelief on her face. With her last child, she hadn’t even held him, Morgause stealing the baby away while she’d slept off her fever. Now, wrapped securely in a soft, pink blanket, was the most beautiful little creature Morgaine had ever set eyes on. 

Her Rosalyn.

For the first time, in a long time, she’d created something good for the world. The tiny baby in her arms would know love. Would know family. Arthur was going to make a brilliant father, she was sure of it. And with Alexandra around to help, Morgaine was certain her daughter would be more than happy. Leontes was the only one she was unsure of, but even he couldn’t put a damper on her mood at the moment. The grey faces had blessed her with the opportunity to properly be a mother, and she was going to relish every moment of it.

Pushing open the door to her newly acquired flat, just one floor down from Alexandra’s flat, Morgaine shut the door behind her quietly as to not to wake the baby. She’d been working on furnishing and decorating the decent sized place for the better part of a month, and was still nowhere near done. The sounds of someone working in one of the far rooms reached her ears and she headed in their direction, hoping to come across the one person she wanted to see most.

The sounds led her to the nursery and she stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Smiling at the sight of Arthur struggling to put together some sort of baby contraption, she laughed softly to get his attention. “Arthur? I’ve someone I want you to meet.”

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Arthur had only left Morgaine out of the utmost insistance of Allie. ("No, Arthur. You know very well that this is no place for a man"). He had been rather dejected in leaving, heading down to their new apartment. They had rushed the nursery, and it had been Arthur's job to put the furniture together, and it had been a slow process. It's not that he was neglecting the job (though he'd rather be at the library), it just took a while.

He had to make sure that each piece went in the right spot, and found out that the giant piece of paper that came with the box had some pretty good ideas on what went where. He had finished the crib yesterday morning, and had moved on to assembling a little contraption where the child could sit in and bounce. It wouldn't be until their child was older, but it'd be nice to have. 

Arthur heard the laughed, and he glanced up in slight irritation. It disappeared immediately as he took in his Morgaine, and the pink blanket she carried. He widened his eyes, slowly standing. "Things went well, then?" he breathed. "And--We have a daughter?" he swallowed thickly, nerves suddenly wracking him.  They had a child? A real, living and breathing child? He moved towards Morgaine slowly, eyes glancing to the blanket. "What did we name her?" he asked softly, managing to keep his voice low, not wanting to wake up the bundle.

[lefaymorgaine]

Saint Patrick's Day?

“Saint? Really? Am I meant to believe that there is an entire day set aside to celebrate the name of Patricius?” Morgaine huffed as she was explained the significance behind Saint Patrick’s Day. She’d been seeing green, quite literally, everywhere around her, and had finally suffered enough confusion to ask what it was all for. Granted, she’d received a handful of baffled stares from people who thought her mad before someone had been kind enough to stop and talk with her.

A wry laugh escaped her lips. “Patricius? That damned man would wind up with an entire day named after him. All for driving out the ‘snakes’, was it? Despicable Celt…” she trailed off, muttering under breath about druids and magick folk.

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Arthur bounded into the Triple Goddess, positively covered in green. "Morgaine!" he said brightly. "Another holiday. Isn't it wonderful!" he grinned. He had on a long hat, covered in green and white with clovers on it. His shirt was pure green, and he had many bead necklaces around his neck. Across his chest was a large button with "KISS ME I'M IRISH" printed over it.

"People were giving out things for free, too. And I think everyone had too much eggnog," he nodded seriously, before grinning wide again.

[theonlykingarthur-blog]

//finally recuperated from the last two weeks of testing. Seriously, kill me now. Shouldn't have to take the standardized test from Science since I learned it a year before everyone else. 

I think I did okay on my chem test today though :x

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Open Convo

[lefaymorgaine]

She smiled fondly. “Oh no. Far from clumsy. You’re just particularly stubborn and prone to getting into tuffs with your Kni—mates. With your mates.” Morgaine sighed softly and nodded, eyes trailing over his face. “A very long time. Almost your entire life, seeing as you are, in fact, younger than me.”

Morgaine smiled and waved him off. “I should have realized something was off when you asked me if I should be working. You’re always trying to distract me with stories or some new trinket you’ve bought,” she teased lightly. She placed her hand on his shoulder to reassure him. “Do not worry over it, please. Just a moment of confusion on my part.”

A laugh escaped at his words, but she pressed her lips together, avoiding commenting on how well she knew he lacked patience. She concentrated on her magic, and blinked open her eyes at his question. She’d forgotten—he wouldn’t know of her magic anymore. Fixing her features into a slightly confused expression, she peered down at him. “What was what, dear?”

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"Mates. Right, of course. I have mates," he murmured, furrowing his brow. "Where are they? Maybe they can help me with my memories?" he questioned. Arthur looked at her in surprise. "I'm younger than you, really?" He then paused. "I mean, you just look so young."

He smiled as she spoke of how he would try to distract her, and he chuckled softly, looking down. "Our relationship seems very free. I like that," he said softly. 

Arthur pressed a hand to the back of his head, surprised to feel the bump gone. "That! It was like a burst of warmth, and then it tingled--The compress pack couldn't have made it go down so quickly!" 

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Open Convo

[lefaymorgaine]

Morgaine laughed. “Not usually, no. You’ve had far worse bumps and scrapes in your time. Merely hitting your head wouldn’t have caused such a fuss.” She placed her hand on top of his, ensuring he kept the proper amount of pressure before moving around behind him. 

She glanced down at him, worrying her lip between her teeth—still unsure exactly what to tell him. “I—well…in a sense, yes. I do. As I said, we’ve been through quite a bit together. You’re very dear and special to me. I suppose, in a way we are together. We’ve not exactly labeled it, though, what we have. What we are, rather. We just are.”

Moving her fingers away from his scalp, Morgaine leaned forward slightly to gently blow on the area. Straightening again, she smile at his pitiful tone, covering the bump on his hand with her hands once more. “Just be patient, dear,” she offered softly, closing her eyes and focusing her magic on her hands. She could feel the warmth of the healing energy moving through her, passing from her to him and opened her eyes to gauge his reaction.

[theonlykingarthur-blog]

"Really?" he asked curiously. "Am I clumsy, then?" Arthur furrowed his brow a bit. "You must've known me for a long time, huh?" he asked, a little confused. He kept the right pressure on the bump, making another face.

Arthur listened quietly, nodding his head. "We just are," he said softly, furrowing his brow. He smiled lightly and looked up at her, meeting her gaze. "I really understand why you were so upset earlier, now," he murmured. "I would've been upset, too."

The man shivered a bit as she blew on the tender area, making a face. "I don't have patients," he complained again, furrowing his brow. He felt her hands on the spot once more, and gasped a bit at the sudden warmth, and causing a slight tingling sensation. "What was that?" He asked in shock

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Texts From the Main Verse

(617): I would really appreciate it if you would stop texting my sister girlfriend.

(508): I would really appreciate it if you would stop cock blocking me.

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★

Openly: ((okay well two gifs, but they go together))

Secretly:

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Open Convo

[lefaymorgaine]

“Sorry. Sorry,” she apologized hastily, lifting her hand a bit so she wasn’t pressing down as hard. “Forgot to warn you it’d be cold, didn’t I?” Morgaine laughed softly. “Apologies. Here,” she reached down to grab one of his hands and guided it to the compress. “Hold that against your head until I say so.”

Morgaine grabbed her bottle of Balm of Gilead Oil and dabbed some onto her fingers. She rubbed the oil between her fingers to warm it up a bit before gently touching his hand. “All right. Hold that in front of you now and breath deep. The chamomile will help.” She hesitated for a moment before touching her fingers to his head, his question catching her slightly off-guard. “We’re—it’s complicated, our situation. Some would see us together, and others wouldn’t.” The priestess massaged the oil onto the bump on his scalp as gently as she could. “You’ll get it all back eventually, I’m sure of it.”

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"It's alright," he promised. "It was cold, though," Arthur grinned sheepishly. "Am I usually such a baby about these things?" he questioned. The blonde happily took the compress from her, keeping it pressed against the back if his head, letting out a breath.

When she spoke again, he took off the compress, taking the deep breaths like she told him to. Her silence after his question worried him, and he tilted his head back to look at her again. "I don't care how other's see us. How do you see us?" he furrowed his brow. "I mean, do you consider us together?" he questioned softly.

He bowed his head forward again, letting her rub whatever she had on the bump, trying not to flinch from the tenderness of the area. "I hope I do. This isn't very much fun; not remembering." he pouted.

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Send me a '★' and I will tell you how my character feels about yours (openly and secretly) with a gif

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[lefaymorgaine]

Morgaine bit back the small smile on her lips when she felt him shiver. Despite not remembering her and what they were to each other, his body still reacted the same to her touch. “Head down,” she said softly, tilting his head back down so she could better see the tender spot. Parting the hair above the bump, Morgaine tsk’d softly when she saw how irritated it was. Grabbing the cloth she’d soaked in one of her many healing concoctions, she pressed it gently to the tender spot and dropped her other hand to his shoulder.

“Right. Story. Well…I can very easily say I feel as though I’ve known you my entire life—we’re that close. I feel it safe to say that we’ve been very fond of each other for many, many years, though we’ve had our rough patches. There was a time I didn’t see you for months—all over some silly little argument. We’ve made it past that, though, obviously.” Morgaine hesitated slightly. “Well, I’ve—I’ve always loved you in my own way. Through all our fights, not agreeing on who the other person is with romantically…I’ve always come back to you. And you to me.”

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Arthur obliged, letting his head bend forward, giving her access to the back of his head. The man gasped slightly as he felt the cold cloth press against the back of his head. He flinched a bit and bit his lower lip a bit.

He listened carefully to her explanation about their relationship. "It sounds like we really have been through a lot," he said softly. "We've always come back to each other...." he repeated, furrowing his brow. "Are--Are we together?" he questioned. That would make sense, right? Why she was so hurt when he didn't remember her. He fiddled slightly with his fingers, trying to remember again. "It's annoying me that I can't remember these things," he groaned. "I want to remember them. But there's like a...wall blocking it all out.

[theonlykingarthur-blog]

Send loke some asks! I even made these special so you guys would!

Gift: What's this! Muse found something strange on their doorstep and must keep it with them for at least six hours. Anon decides what it is they find.

Soul: Muse has become soul-bound to someone's s muse for a maximum of one week! Muse must send the other person at least 3 asks a day, and cannot deny any request given by that muse for at least three days. Anon decided who they're bound to. (negated if the other muse doesn't agree.)

Devotion: But my dear, I love you! Something has caused my muse to become overcome with an overwhelming need to prove their love to something or someone. Anon decides the duration, and who or what muse is in love with.

Wings:You can fly! Muse sprouts wings for up to a maximum of two weeks. Anon gets to choose how big they are( chicken wings anyone?)

Storm: A tiny storm cloud has decided to torment muse. Anon decides duration and the type of storm! It can be a regular storm, or you can have it rain something random. Rain rain, go away!

Glass: I knew those mime classes would pay off someday! Muse is stuck in an invisible 'glass box' for any duration the anon chooses.

Glamour: Muse thinks they are a famous celebrity or royalty for any duration the anon chooses up to one week. It's simply fabulous darling~

Jealous: Muse becomes extremely jealous of another muse for an extremely ridiculous reason of the anon's choosing. Can last up to five days max.

Power: Fear me mortals, for I am almighty! Mwahaha. Muse goes mad with power for as long as the anon wants.

Chaos: It's a mad house! A mad house I say! Muse's personality gets flipped backwards for three days. The timid turn mighty, the charismatic turn into downers, and straight characters get to kiss a girl/boy and like it.

Sin: Put this and one of the seven sins in muse's ask box, and they'll be consumed by it for five days. Gluttony, lust, pride, envy, greed, sloth, and wrath. Pick your poison~

Mirror: Muse turns into a narcissist for 24 hours. If they see another muse of the same character they have to flirt with them at least once.

Skin: Take it off! Muse's clothes have gone missing for any duration of the anon's choosing up to one week!

Tears: Muse can't stop crying. Anon decides for how long and for what reason they cry. I didn't mean to spill the milk! ;o;

Mercy: Groveling time! Muse thinks they've done something wrong and need to apologize for everything and beg forgiveness.

Child: Do you know where my Mommy is? Muse turns into a toddler for a week.

Pride:Muse feels an inescapable need to boast about everything they do, even normal things. I mad toast this morning, how kickass am I?

Lie: Oh no, Pinocchio! Muse can't lie for however long anon decides.

Master: Muse must be submissive and give into any demands they're given for 5 hours. I'll do anything to please you...Master.

Addiction: WHERE MY DRUGS AT MAN. Muse is addicted to a substance of some kind for 24 hours. Anon decided what they're addicted to.

Blood: You monster. Muse is a blood thirsty sociopath for 24 hours.

Justice: Muse thinks they're a superhero for however long the anon decides, and they must 'save' everything! Jeeze, these tights are tight!

Regret: Muse regrets everything they do for five hours. Oh the shame!

Mask: Costume party? Muse is stuck wearing a costume of the anons choice for a up to a week.

Secret: Muse cannot speak the truth for 24 hours, thinking they'll let slip an important secret! Hide the documents!

Grieve: Muse thinks that someone or something they care for is gone forever, and will ignore any evidence to the contrary. Anon specify how long it lasts.

Moon: One small step for man,a giant leap for muse-kind. Muse must live in zero-gravity for 24 hours.

Silence: What did you say? Muse goes mute and can only communicate in gifs and descriptive text. No dialogue. Anon decides duration.

Pray: Muse is tormented by spirits/is an spirit for 24 hours. if they become an spirit, they cannot be seen, and must haunt someones askbox until they turn back.

Pure: Sex? What's that? Muse suddenly has the mentality of a three year old, and can't understand anything 'adult'. Anon decides the duration.

Hate: Muse suddenly despises someone or something they previously liked, for 24 hours. Anon decides who or what they hate.

Snow: Jack Frost isn't whose nipping at your nose~ Muse is inexplicably turned into a winter spirit for three days. He can't be seen by anyone during this time.

Cold: I'm covered in purple spots! Muse is sick for the next week. Anon decides how severe the illness is and what symptoms.

Beauty: Man, I feel like a ...woman? Muse suddenly switches genders. Anon decides the duration.

Twisted: Muse is turned into an evil version of themselves, or if bad, they turn good. Through the looking glass.

Obsession: Muse is being followed by an obsessive stalker who is slowly going crazier and crazier. Anon decides for how long.

Break: My Leg! Muse has broken their leg and now needs help to take care of themselves and get around. Lasts for a week.

Control: Muse loses control of their actions and are controlled by an outside force. Anon decides for how long and whether the outside force controlling the muse is good or not.

Scar: Muse is now planning to overthrow a kingdom or ruling party in their universe. Lasts for 24 hours.

Fall: Oh no, a cliff hanger! Muse if trapped on the side of a cliff or somewhere high up with no way of escaping. Lasts for 3 days.

Same: Muse is suddenly turned into another character! Anon decides who they now look like and for how long.

Someone: Now you're just somebody that I used to know~ Muse cannot remember anything about a single person for one week. Anon decides who it is they cannot remember.

Love: Muse is suddenly madly in love with another person! Anon decides who it is. If already in love with that person, they fall out of it. All is fair in love and war after all!

Conflict: Muse suddenly feels as if they are in the middle of a massive war! Anon decides for how long. Get your guns!

Morning: Oh shit,is there a tiger in the bathroom?! Muse wakes up the morning after a rough night of drinking, and has no idea what is going on. Lasts for one week or until the muse figures out what happened last night.

Night: A wishing star! Anon gets to make a wish and muse has to accommodate it.

Pale: Muse becomes a vampire (and not the sparkly variety) for 3 days. Anon gets to decide if they are the regular blood sucking variety, or if they crave something different. Well this sucks.

Sorrow: Muse becomes incredibly depressed for 24 hours, and can only respond to things pessimistically. I'm a cup half empty kind of person.

Joy: I have cancer?Hurray! Muse is extremely peppy/hyperactive and reacts to everything in an inappropriately happy way.

Pain: Muse is in an extremely large amount of pain for no apparent or fixable reason. Put me out of my misery.

Fear: Anon gets to name something, and muse will have an extremely debilitating phobia of it for one week. Bonus points if it's something ridiculous.

Rage: Muse becomes consumed in an uncontrolable rage and goes on a rampage in other people's ask boxes for 24 hours. MUSE SMASH!

Terrible: Something bad happens to muse. Anon decides what it is.

Game: Muse is somehow cast into a Hunger Games type scenario, and if they somehow survive they get a fabulous prize. Anon decides what prize they get if they win.

Gun: I'm going to jump it! Anon tells muse a word and a character, and they make an unreasonable assumption based on it.

Mess: Muse is now filthy and needs someone to help them clean off. You dirty boy you!

Hero: Muse is put into a dangerous situation and can only be saved by another person. Anon decides what the situation is. I need a hero!

Memory: Dude where's my....who am I again? Muse loses there memory and can't remember anything at all. Anon decides the duration.

Exile: You've been kicked off the island. Muse is exiled from their home.

Dress: Muse has to wear clothes from the opposite gender for three days. If muse is male, they muse wear a flamboyant dress. If muse is female, they wear a man's tux or suit. This includes underwear as well. Feel the breeze!

Leather: Muse must wear a leash and collar for three days. If an RPer sends this, they must be their slave for those three days. Be gentle with me...

Treasure: Muse finds a treasure map and becomes a pirate! Anon decides the duration. A pirates life for me~

Hidden: Something important of the muse's can be lost. It can be something they own, or something they've given another character. Where did I put that again?

Dirty: Muse becomes a sexual deviant for 5 hours. Spread 'em baby~

Water: SHARKS! Muse becomes lost at sea for one week.

Legend: Muse has to go on a quest to find a legendary treasure. It is dangerous and extremely hard to get to, guarded by a dragon. Anon decides what the treasure is.

Fire: Burn, baby, burn! Muse breathes fire whenever they open their mouths for the next 24 hours.

Paradise: Muse is stuck on a deserted island by themselves for one week. At least I have you Winston.

White: Muse is stuck in the white room of an insane asylum for 24 hours. I'm not crazy! The purple ferrets are!

Breathe: Muse is a mermaid.merman for three days, and can't breathe above water. Under the sea~

Find: No leaving the nest! Muse is found by a curious giant bird and it adopts them for three days.

Dance: Muse must dance with everyone they see for 24 hours. Everybody salsa!

Roses: Muse must propose to everyone they see, regardless of gender or species, for 24 hours. Will you be mine?

Black: Muse does blind for one week. Who turned out the lights?

Heart: You assume I care why? Muse cannot feel or express any emotions for 24 hours.

Red: Muse is easily flustered and skittish. Anon decides for how long. S-senpai noticed m-m-me!

Murder: Don't shoot! Muse is paranoid and thinks a serial killer is stalking them for three days.

Worthless: Muse becomes completely powerless for three days! If muse is normally powerless, they get super strength for thee days! Why am I so pointless?

Relax: Muse wins a vacation to somewhere exotic and gets to take another person with them. Spring break woohoo!

Ocean: Muse is turned into a sea creature. Anon decides what kind, and for how long. Under the sea~

Winter: Ice burn! Muse is now lost in a snow storm and must survive for three days!

Bed: Muse now has narcolepsy and falls asleep at random for three days.

Nighty night!

Call: Muse is suddenly feral and acts like wild animal. Alternatively, they actually become a wild animal.Anon decides for how long. It's the call of the wild!

Return: Someone from Muse's past comes back. I missed you!

Shy: Muse is incredibly shy and clingy for three days. Don't l-look at m-me like that S-senpai-san.

Fast: Muse is suddenly unable to stop moving, and must run constantly. Anon decides on the duration.

Alone: I'm so lonely without you...Muse is stuck alone as the only survivor in a deserted city for three days.

Enjoy: Muse is easily entertained by something stupid for 24 hours. Anon decides what it is.

Wait: Muse is promised their greatest wish if they can wait, but they cannot interact with the person they love while they do. Anon decides how long it lasts.

Mild: Super spicy! Muse feels like their mouth is on fire and only kisses make it stop. Anon decides how long it lasts.

Tired: Muse is suddenly very drowsy and lethargic and feels the need to cuddle with everyone, even their enemies. Muse decides duration. I think I need a hug.

Favorite: A favorite thing of Muse's is destroyed or Muse can no longer get to it. Anon decides what that favorite is and for how long.

Eyes: Muse has lost their depth perception and balance for 24 hours. I can't see straight!

Pet: Me-OW! Muse is turned into an animal of some kind for three days.

Eat: Muse get's the stomach flu, and is unable to eat without being forced to vomit it back up again for three days. I don't feel so hot.

Easy: Muse now has extreme difficulty doing something they are normally good at. But WHY can't I repeat the alphabet?

Book: Quiet in the library! Muse is now stuck inside a storybook, and what happens is decided by the askbox. Lasts until the story finishes.

Different: Something obvious about muse is different from normal, such as their hair being a new color, or their clothes suddenly shifting to something unusual. Change is good.

Home: Muse is deluded into thinking they are now in a family with someone, and insists on 'playing family' with them for three days. The twist-they think they are the opposite role than they should be, as in =male muse is mommy, female muse is daddy, child muse is the parent.Now put the apron on!

Complete: Muse must be in a relationship with someone or they begin to have a panic attack. Lasts for however long the anon wants.

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Send me a ♠ for what my character thinks of yours in three words

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[lefaymorgaine]

“No…it’s fine. Ask whatever you feel. As you said, perhaps it will help,” she smiled at him, though internally she was utterly conflicted on how to even begin explaining things to him. “What we’ve been through together is quite a story. Once I come back I’ll tell you a few things, hm?” Morgaine raised her eyebrows in question, gripping the teacup in her hands.

Nodding, she turned and made her way back over to the counter, setting another kettle to boil. A few new customers wandered in and the priestess grabbed Lyanna from where she’d been stocking herbs to see to the front,  the promise of an explanation to come later. After grabbing what she needed, Morgaine made her way back over to Arthur and took her spot behind him once more, threading her fingers through his hair to part it. “Your tea will be along in a moment, but while it’s boiling, let me look at you head again.” 

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Arthur smiled softly and nodded. "A long story, hm? I shall be interested in learning it," he said honestly. A hand ran through his hair and sighed softly, watching her leave. Things were so confusing for him. He didn't like not knowing, not remembering. The more he tried to think of his past, the more it hurt his head. He groaned, closing his eyes slightly, frowning.

He started slightly, when her hands were suddenly on him again. "Alright," he agreed, leaning back in the chair. Arthur shivered softly as her hands moved through her hair again, and he tilted his head up slightly to look at her face. "So, tell me this story?"

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[lefaymorgaine]

She gave him a small smile. “That’s good to hear. We’ve been through quite a bit together, and have known each other for, well, it seems like ages. So I’m sure you can understand why I was a bit crestfallen to hear you had no memory of me.”

Morgaine chuckled softly. “Now that’s more along the lines of the Arthur I know.” Her fingers trailed over a bump forming on his head and she frowned when he flinched away from her. “All right,” she dropped her hands from his hair to his shoulders. “Stay right here and I’ll be right back. Just need to grab a couple things from the back. And,” she leaned over him to grab the teacup. “Refill your tea. Be back in a second.”

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"What have we been through?" he questioned, slightly surprised. He then chuckled sheepishly, glancing down a bit. "Again, I apologize for my lack of recollection for our time together. Maybe tell me something to job my memory?" he tried.

He enjoyed the feeling of her hands in his hair for another couple moments, before feeling them slide from the strands. He sighed, but nodded. "Alright. Thank you, Morgaine," he looked up at her, offering a small smile. He may not know who she was, or their relationship, but he thought her nice, and kind. And, God above was she beautiful.

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She glanced down at his fingers, taking slow breaths to calm herself. How exactly should she go about explaining their relationship? What they had between them was looked upon more poorly now than it had been back in Camelot. Perhaps she should just let him think they were merely friends until he got his memory back. If he got his memory back. Sighing, she placed her hand on top of his. “Very good friends,” she smiled softly. “I’ve always had a very large soft spot for you and I’d safely say you feel—well, felt the same.

“Now…let me see your head.” Morgaine gently removed his grip from her wrist and set the teacup on the table, moving to stand behind him. She hesitated a moment before sliding her fingers into his hair, gently running the digits along his scalp, searching for any cuts or bumps. “If anything feels tender or hurts at all when I touch it, let me know, all right?”

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"Very good friends," Arthur repeated, furrowing his brow. He smiled softly, looking up at her. "You do seem rather familiar," he offered a little hopefully. "I don't know what it is about you, Morgaine. But you look just...So familiar," he murmured.

He released her hand, letting her move around him. Feeling her fingers in his hair. Arthur let out a long breath, closing his eyes. "That feels kinda good," he mumbled, clearing his throat again. When she reached a spot towards the middle of the back of his head, he flinched slightly. "That's a little tender," he mumbled. "Probably from my fall." he mused.

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[lefaymorgaine]

Her brow furrowed again and she stood from her chair. “Did you hit your head? I could take a look at it, if you’d like.” She smiled weakly. “I’ve been told I have healing hands. Almost like…magic…” Morgaine swallowed the lump in her throat that continued to grow as he spoke, it becoming clearer and clearer that he remembered absolutely nothing of her. “Been coming here since we opened…”

Taking a deep breath, Morgaine struggled not to show how upset she truly was. She glanced back at the door to the kitchens, wondering if Alexandra was back there and if she would have any answers that would help. Hell, at this point she’d even ask Leontes for advice, though he’d probably just shrug and make some comment about there was one less man to compete for her attentions with now. “No. I suppose, at the moment, you don’t. The Arthur I know wouldn’t be like this.” She grabbed his cup. “I’ll fetch you more tea.”

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"I think I might've..." he furrowed his brow, trying to remember. "I think I was shoved, or something? Blinding light, and I think I fell," he mumbled, shaking his head. "God above, my head's pounding," Arthur moaned, placing his head in his hands. "And there's things I know that I should know but I can't" She probably thought he was crazy, he realized. "Magic?" he laughed. "Does such a thing really exhist?" At her words, he blinked. "Oh, that's right. I have, haven't I? How long've you guys been open for, now?"

Arthur frowned, reaching out. Fingers wrapped around her wrist, keeping her from going. "Wait--" he paused. "I'm sorry," Arthur said sincerely. "I really didn't mean to upset you. I'm just..Lost," he said softly, furrowing his brow. "What was our relationship?"