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“Come on, let me help you!”

“Oh, no, don’t worry about it.       I’ve got it all sorted out. Just Arthur’s    laundry. I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met.                                          I’m                                           Merlin.”

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{– Merlin listened to her speak, taking in every single    word she said, observing intently. She was definitely kind, and her story was interesting. Merlin stopped outside of Arthur's room, putting down the basket of laundry and he looked over at her, shaking his head.                                “Don't apologize. I completely understand. I                                never knew my father, and that sort of thing                               definitely makes you view your own life differently.                              And as for friends, well...” Merlin gave her a beaming smile.                              “I don't see any reason why we can't be friends. I'll                              just be right back, alright? I'm going to just go put                              this laundry away.” Merlin grabbed the basket and headed into Arthur's room, quickly putting away the laundry. It wasn't completely perfectly done, but Merlin was almost certain Arthur would have a heart attack if the clothes had been put away immaculately. He quickly rejoined Alana outside and smile.                                  “So. Where do you want to go first?” –}  

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{– Merlin looked over the odd girl with interest. She obviously wasn’t from Camelot, Merlin was sure he would have remembered someone with her obvious eccentric nature, and she seemed very much happy and content among the trees. A forest girl, most definitely. Was she a Druid? He didn’t think so. Druids tended to have a certain, odd air about them whenever they spoke to him, and she definitely didn’t seem to have that. But whoever she was, she was nice enough, and Merlin hadn’t had a truly pleasant conversation in a while. Maybe she would change that.                                   “Parisa? Well, Parisa, it’s definitely nice to meet you.” He wondered for a moment if he should climb the tree to get up to her level but decided against it. He didn’t want her to feel threatened in anyway. His gaze went down to his basket of herbs and a hand absentmindedly ran over the Yarrow Flower and Angelica Root in it.                                     “Oh, well, I help Gaius, the Court Physician in Camelot,                                      and I’m gathering herbs for him.” He looked back up at her with a smile. –}  

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If he had called her eccentric out loud, Parisa would have had to agree with him. She was unlike other faeries in that she didn’t have territory of her own. Parisa preferred to wander and was rarely aggressive towards other creatures. And she knew she was odd by human standards; Parisa wore mens clothes that were too large for her, her trousers belted with a vine, and she had a thin layer of dirt covering her whole body. There was also her hair, which was wild and had leaves in it. Parisa looked as though she truly belonged in the forest.

She giggled lightly. “How do you know it if it is nice to meet me if you only know my name?” It seemed like such a silly thing to say. Her giggles eased and, though her smile stayed on her face, curiosity flickered in her eyes. “A physician? What is that?”

Parisa’s knowledge of language was impressive seeing as she had mostly taught herself by listening to people who travelled through the woods, but there was still plenty she didn’t know.

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{– The air of innocence surrounding the girl made Merlin calm and he smiled, sitting down on the ground and putting the basket on his lap. She seemed utterly adorable, sweet, and had an air of difference about her. She was unique, and maybe Merlin and her would end up being friends. Maybe then he wouldn't feel so alone.                     “A physician is someone who heals people. Takes care of                     them when they get sick or they get hurt. I'm an apprentice                     physician, meaning I'm learning the art of healing people.” Most would probably think her an idiot for not knowing such things, but not Merlin.  She was obviously a woodschild, and as such wouldn't know such things. If she was even human, Merlin thought to himself as he smiled at her.                       “Do you know a good place to gather herbs. Don't worry, I                        always give them proper respect when I pick them.” –}

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“Come on, let me help you!”

“Oh, no, don’t worry about it.       I’ve got it all sorted out. Just Arthur’s    laundry. I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met.                                          I’m                                           Merlin.”

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{– Merlin hummed to himself as he lead her through the castle.  She seemed nice enough, and it was always interesting when new people came to Camelot, as long as they didn’t end up being some person out for revenge who ended up trying to kill Arthur. And that happened far too often for Merlin’s liking. Really, people needed to get a bit original once in a while.                                       “I’ll be happy to show you around. Right now,                                        I’m just dropping off Arthur’s laundry, so this would                                        be a good time for you to see the castle. And I definitely                                        understand that bit – trying to find the right place with                                        the right people.” Merlin gave her an understanding smile.                                       “ It’s hard to find somewhere you belong sometimes.” –}

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Alana smiled, understanding that Merlin needed to do his chores for Prince Arthur. She was curious how long Merlin served Arthur. Since she never in her whole life served other people, she was curious of other people’s perspective of serving.

“How long have you served the Pendragon family?” She asked. 

She then explained, “I never served anyone in my whole life, so I’m just curious…” 

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{– The fact that she never served anyone didn't shock Merlin; she definitely had that air about her. She was probably some traveling noble. Maybe she was running away from an unwanted marriage, maybe she decided that she wanted a sense of adventure. Either way, Merlin was definitely not one to judge, and he enjoyed her company. She seemed sweet.                          “You're not offending me, it's alright. I've                           been Arthur's manservant since I first showed                           up in Camelot, and that was almost four years ago.                           And can be hard sometimes, but honestly, I wouldn't                           change a thing. I like Arthur. He's not just my master,                           he's my friend.”  –}

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Fidhe Ra Huri

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{– Merlin watched Gwaine, trying to gauge his emotions at the moment – he seemed worried, but as though he was trying to hide it. Merlin gave Gwaine a slight smile and, finally, moved off the ledge on the battlements to stand on solid ground. Something told Merlin that Gwaine wasn’t just there for the view, but he didn’t want to give away his own thought process. He didn’t need his friend to be needlessly worried about him. It wasn’t as though Merlin was going to through himself off the battlements. But just for a bit, the thought was there. The thought had planted itself in Merlin’s mind, and he wouldn’t have complained all that much if at Gwaine’s arrival, he had been shocked off the ledge – except for that Gwaine would have seen. “Most nights, when I can get away from Arthur for a bit,” Merlin said, his smile on his face probably showing more sadness than he would like. “It’s peaceful, and you can see the entire city from here. Even at the dead of night, you can see the life.” For a moment, it was nice. Sharing this with Gwaine, someone seeing another side of him that no one else really got to. It made Merlin feel almost normal. –}

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It was as Merlin’s feet touched more solid ground that Gwaine’s body relaxed a fraction, the danger being staved off for now. Now that he wasn’t covertly watching the other from the corner of his eyes he could fully enjoy the view, the height given a nice advantage point to survey the town below. Folding his arms across the stone he leant forward to peer into the twinkling lights that broke through the darkness. 

“If you ever wish for me to knock the Princess out so you can get away more often, I am more than happy to comply.” It was supposed to be a light-hearted comment, one to pick the mood up, but it felt flat. “The beauty of being a spectator. To see all the life teetering about even in the midst of darkness.” 

A fond smile pulled up on his face at the moment they were sharing. It was difficult to just hang out with friends when there were duties to be done, whether it was training or trailing after a pratty prince. To have a quiet moment was a nice change. 

“You cold?”

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{-- Merlin couldn't help but chuckle at Gwaine's offer to knock Arthur out once and a while to give Merlin a much needed break. It was tempting, but Merlin just shook his head, his eyes focusing on his friend who obviously saw more of Merlin's mood than he wanted to be giving clue to.                             “I needed that.” Merlin needed much more than that, honestly, but for now, the two of them up there, overlooking the city from the battlements was enough to keep Merlin going from now. Proof that he had his friends, and he couldn't be selfish, not like that. Not that Merlin had planned on jumping from the height, but he couldn't lie and say that it never crossed his mind. But he supposed that it was better to entertain the thoughts than to snap one day and act on them.                             “A little,” Merlin acknowledged in response to Gwaine's question of whether or not he was cold. A smile was present on his face, but it read cold,                            “But the cold is nice... It reminds me that I'm                                                                                                                      alive.” –}

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{– Merlin had been complaining to himself as he settled in to start on his list of chores set  to him by Gaius, deciding to start with the leech tank. It was the one that he was most dreading, and so decided that it would be best just to get it out of the way. He needed to get these done so he could focus on the chores that Arthur had set for him as well. Sometimes he wondered if the two of them forgot that he did work for both of them. He sighed and started to get to  work on the dreadful task. As he was finishing up, however, he heard a voice behind him, and he moved to see  who it belonged to, hitting his head upon aforementioned leech tank, and rubbed the back of his head, wincing as he looked up at the guest. The  woman standing there was unlike any he had seen before – young, but with hair that was so blonde, it was white. She was beautiful, but seemed to hold a sense of sadness, and Merlin was instantly drawn to her, as though somehow he                                                                    knew her. Now that was odd. Definitely not a feeling that Merlin would be smart to ignore. He sat up and looked back to her, a smile on his face.                      “You know Gauis, then?” That was interesting. Gaius never really mentioned anyone that he knew that Merlin hadn’t met before. This woman was a puzzle – she knew Gaius, but didn’t look as though she could be much older than Merlin himself, she held a sense of loss, deep loss, that only a few people Merlin ever knew held (and not that he would admit it, but one he held himself). And more than that, she seemed wary, as though she wasn’t entirely sure she should be there. She seemed completely alone and that merely made Merlin want to                                                                                   protect her.                       “Then you know his cooking doesn’t taste any                        better than his potions taste.” Merlin chuckled a bit, thinking on Gaius’ last attempt at dinner. Not that he truly complained all that much. Gaius was the closest thing he had to a father, and Merlin wouldn’t give up that bond for the world, let alone a decently tasting meal. He shook his head with laughter.                            “I normally nick enough food from Arthur’s plates                             though, not that he tends to notice. Well, he probably                             does, he just doesn’t seem to comment on it. Oh, I’m                             sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Merlin.”   –}

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Aderyn winced a bit when he hit his head on the leech tank, nearly raising a hand to rub the back of her head in sympathy pain. She had lived over three hundred years in Camelot with sorcerer and sorceress and magical creature alike, and when he began to speak to her she felt it. She felt the thrum of magic, of power through the air.

She knew him.

The thought made her want to turn on her heel and leave. She swore that she would avenge her family, that Uther would pay for all of the pain he caused her and countless others, and she couldn’t very well do that locked in a cell. If Gaius knew she was here… what would stop him from telling Uther? What would stop Uther from sending search parties out for her in the night? 

But she needed to sleep if she was going to get away from Camelot,  so she forced herself to stay. ❝Addie,❞ she bobbed her head in a small greeting, although she felt a breathless laugh leave her lips at the mention of Gaius’ potions. ❝He was very hurt when Merddhin claimed the smell of one of his potions made him sick, something about it smelling like the knight’s socks after a year of hunting.❞

The dragon’s smile was sad, small and barely there but so much more than Aderyn had done in years. ❝I… I came for something to help me sleep. Did Gaius make any before he left?❞

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{– She seemed nervous and that in turn made Merlin wary. Not if her, but of whatever it was that put her in such a state. He put the leech tank right up and started putting to away as she spoke. He wasn't sure who the man she was talking about was, but he obviously knew Gaius and his potions in order to make such an accurate statement of it. Merlin let out a chuckle at the description and gave a nod.                            “Definitely sounds like the perfect description of one of                             his potions. He claims making them  taste bad makes                             sure that people only come when they really need it.” Merlin started washing his hands and nodded when she asked for a sleeping draught. She definitely looked like she needed one. Merlin started going through Gaius' potions and gave a deep frown.                             “He must have given the last one to Morgana. That's okay,                              though, I'll just make you one.” Merlin started muttering to himself as he started to sift through the herbs, finding all that he needed. The poor girl looked exhausted, tired, and shaken up. It triggered the protective streak in Merlin, and he wanted to do anything he could to make it better for her.                                “Chamomile... Linden flowers... Catnip leaves... Lemon Balm                                 leaves...Skullcap leaves. There we go.” He started making the potion, glancing up at her again. Merlin didn't know what it was, but he somehow knew the woman, as though they were one in the same – kin, in some way. There was definitely a pull there that e couldn't seem to explain.                                  “This won't take too long, Addie.” –}

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❝Gaius is very lucky to have you,❞ Aderyn mentioned. She’d only come into the physician’s chambers because in a few days it would be the day her family died again, nearly twenty years later, and Aderyn hardly slept at all any other day of the year. She needed a draught to make herself sleep when the days drew near, and this year Camelot happened to be the closest city. Although, the dragon had timed her appearance for the physician’s apprentice rather than Gaius himself out of a fear of being recognized.

❝Not so many apprentices agree to do half of the chores I heard him rattling off at you. Once he offered someone two gold coins to clean the leech tank and he spent the night scrubbing it clean himself. I hope you at least get a good dinner afterwards.❞

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{– Merlin had been complaining to himself as he settled in to start on his list of chores set  to him by Gaius, deciding to start with the leech tank. It was the one that he was most dreading, and so decided that it would be best just to get it out of the way. He needed to get these done so he could focus on the chores that Arthur had set for him as well. Sometimes he wondered if the two of them forgot that he did work for both of them. He sighed and started to get to  work on the dreadful task. As he was finishing up, however, he heard a voice behind him, and he moved to see  who it belonged to, hitting his head upon aforementioned leech tank, and rubbed the back of his head, wincing as he looked up at the guest. The  woman standing there was unlike any he had seen before – young, but with hair that was so blonde, it was white. She was beautiful, but seemed to hold a sense of sadness, and Merlin was instantly drawn to her, as though somehow he                                                                    knew her. Now that was odd. Definitely not a feeling that Merlin would be smart to ignore. He sat up and looked back to her, a smile on his face.                      “You know Gauis, then?” That was interesting. Gaius never really mentioned anyone that he knew that Merlin hadn't met before. This woman was a puzzle – she knew Gaius, but didn't look as though she could be much older than Merlin himself, she held a sense of loss, deep loss, that only a few people Merlin ever knew held (and not that he would admit it, but one he held himself). And more than that, she seemed wary, as though she wasn't entirely sure she should be there. She seemed completely alone and that merely made Merlin want to                                                                                   protect her.                       “Then you know his cooking doesn't taste any                        better than his potions taste.” Merlin chuckled a bit, thinking on Gaius' last attempt at dinner. Not that he truly complained all that much. Gaius was the closest thing he had to a father, and Merlin wouldn't give up that bond for the world, let alone a decently tasting meal. He shook his head with laughter.                            “I normally nick enough food from Arthur's plates                             though, not that he tends to notice. Well, he probably                             does, he just doesn't seem to comment on it. Oh, I'm                             sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Merlin.”   –}

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{– Merlin could hardly believe that the day had come – Arthur had repealed the ban on magic, it  was legalized, and Merlin was free. Free, honestly, genuinely free for the first time in his life, and he didn't know what to make of it. And to make matters better, he was Merlin, Court Sorcerer of Camelot. Not that Arthur had phrased it like that at first – he had made it sound like he was sacking Merlin, telling him he wouldn't be his manservant anymore. No, leave it to that Clotpole to make a promotion sound like a firing. The prat. Merlin, of course, was surprisingly bad at getting used to the change. He argued vehemently about a change of wardrobe (Merlin never did agree to get rid of his neckerchiefs) , wondering out loud why he needed his own chambers, and complained about how the servants treated him differently. The hardest thing for Merlin to adjust to was the fact that he was no longer constantly around Arthur. He had gotten so used to Arthur being a constant presence in his life that he wasn't entirely sure how to go about his day without that continuing interaction. It wasn't as though he didn't see Arthur anymore – after all, Merlin was Court Sorcerer. It was just in a different way, They hadn't had time to just be                                                          Merlin and Arthur in a while, and it was a bit draining on the Warlock. 

Merlin was currently in his new chambers (well, they weren't technically all that new anymore, it had been a month since he moved into the tower), reading over some papers involving the plan to start training people who showed an aptitude for magic to control their powers, and giving them the option to take on roles  as Spell Knights of Camelot. As Court Sorcerer, it was Merlin's responsibility to over see the training, and Merlin was just thinking about how much effort it was going to be. Despite the obvious progress, magic hadn't been legal in Camelot for very long yet, in the grand scope of things. It was going to be a bit difficult to track down those with magical aptitude, let alone getting any to come forward. Just thinking of everything that was going to be involved gave Merlin a headache. Closing his eyes, he sighed and rubbed at them tiredly, shaking his head. –}

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“Come on, let me help you!”

“Oh, no, don’t worry about it.       I’ve got it all sorted out. Just Arthur’s    laundry. I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met.                                          I’m                                           Merlin.”

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{– Merlin hummed to himself as he lead her through the castle.  She seemed nice enough, and it was always interesting when new people came to Camelot, as long as they didn’t end up being some person out for revenge who ended up trying to kill Arthur. And that happened far too often for Merlin’s liking. Really, people needed to get a bit original once in a while.                                       “I’ll be happy to show you around. Right now,                                        I’m just dropping off Arthur’s laundry, so this would                                        be a good time for you to see the castle. And I definitely                                        understand that bit – trying to find the right place with                                        the right people.” Merlin gave her an understanding smile.                                       “ It’s hard to find somewhere you belong sometimes.” –}

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{– Merlin looked up towards the tree, hearing the voice  call out her warning to him. It seemed safe enough, but the woman seemed to know what she was talking about, and he thought it best to heed her calling.                                        “Thank you,” he responded with a smile, holding the                                       basket he carried to gather herbs for Gaius. “I haven’t                                       seen you around before. Who are you?”–}

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The fae’s small, dirty feet swung lazily back and forth. Her only shoes, a pair of worn boots, where attached to her pack. Parisa much preferred being barefoot. 

“No, you did not see me because I did not want you to.” Being able to become all but invisible in the forest was a perk of faerie magic. Her hazel eyes fell curiously to the basket he was carrying. “I am Parisa. Why are you picking herbs?”

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{-- Merlin looked over the odd girl with interest. She obviously wasn't from Camelot, Merlin was sure he would have remembered someone with her obvious eccentric nature, and she seemed very much happy and content among the trees. A forest girl, most definitely. Was she a Druid? He didn't think so. Druids tended to have a certain, odd air about them whenever they spoke to him, and she definitely didn't seem to have that. But whoever she was, she was nice enough, and Merlin hadn't had a truly pleasant conversation in a while. Maybe she would change that.                                   “Parisa? Well, Parisa, it's definitely nice to meet you.” He wondered for a moment if he should climb the tree to get up to her level but decided against it. He didn't want her to feel threatened in anyway. His gaze went down to his basket of herbs and a hand absentmindedly ran over the Yarrow Flower and Angelica Root in it.                                     “Oh, well, I help Gaius, the Court Physician in Camelot,                                      and I'm gathering herbs for him.” He looked back up at her with a smile. –}  

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“I would not walk that way if I were you,” Parisa called out from the safety of her tree branch perch. “That area is full of poison ivy.”

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{-- Merlin looked up towards the tree, hearing the voice  call out her warning to him. It seemed safe enough, but the woman seemed to know what she was talking about, and he thought it best to heed her calling.                                        “Thank you,” he responded with a smile, holding the                                       basket he carried to gather herbs for Gaius. “I haven’t                                       seen you around before. Who are you?”--}

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Fidhe Ra Huri

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{– Merlin had simply been watching the city below, the chill of the air penetrating his thin clothing, icing his very bones, as it seemed. He brought his arms around his body in a slight attempt to keep himself warm – not really thinking about it, a subconscious effort. Camelot was beautiful at night, the lights from the houses and taverns lighting up the streets, brimming with life even when the city was slowly turning down for the night, getting ready to sleep until the morning. A morning that Merlin couldn’t help but dread. Another day with him lying, and hiding, and being unable to share with those that he cared about the most something that has been with him since birth, something that had made him who he was; something that was just as natural to him as breathing, and he had to hide it. Sometimes he wondered if keeping his secret was killing him more than revealing it would. He was so consumed in his thoughts that it wasn’t until he heard a familiar voice say his name that he was pulled from his thoughts, and he looked behind him, seeing Gwaine’s worried face. “Gwaine… Aren’t you usually in the tavern?” –}

[drunkknightofcamelot]

It wasn’t exactly the first thing Gwaine would have thought would leave Merlin’s lips when he saw him. Not that it was a false statement, and boy was that another issue entirely, but it did make him pause and think about the implications of that. What could have happened should he had done his usual round at the tavern, if he hadn’t glanced up at the right moment.

No he couldn’t think like that, it was a ‘what if’ and therefore not a possible route. Focusing on the here and the now was the important thing. He offered the other a warm smile, stepping forward to lean against one of the parapets closest to Merlin.

“I don’t spend every night in the tavern, just most.”

He tried to go for a light-hearted comment, eyes gazing out over the shining Camelot with a fond look. There were times when he questioned what he was doing in Camelot, why he had gone against everything he believed in and then he would see something that reminded him. The kindness of their king when a peasant, someone who should have been no one, came seeking help and it would be granted. The faces of his friends-turned-family when they were happy. 

Today, today would be the view. Of knowing that he was a reason why the people stayed safe at night, that he was able to protect the ones he cared about. 

“S’nice view. Do you come here often?”

[ydewinemrys-blog]

{– Merlin watched Gwaine, trying to gauge his emotions at the moment – he seemed worried, but as though he was trying to hide it. Merlin gave Gwaine a slight smile and, finally, moved off the ledge on the battlements to stand on solid ground. Something told Merlin that Gwaine wasn't just there for the view, but he didn't want to give away his own thought process. He didn't need his friend to be needlessly worried about him. It wasn't as though Merlin was going to through himself off the battlements. But just for a bit, the thought was there. The thought had planted itself in Merlin's mind, and he wouldn't have complained all that much if at Gwaine's arrival, he had been shocked off the ledge – except for that Gwaine would have seen. “Most nights, when I can get away from Arthur for a bit,” Merlin said, his smile on his face probably showing more sadness than he would like. “It's peaceful, and you can see the entire city from here. Even at the dead of night, you can see the life.” For a moment, it was nice. Sharing this with Gwaine, someone seeing another side of him that no one else really got to. It made Merlin feel almost normal. –}

[ydewinemrys-blog]

“Come on, let me help you!”

“Oh, no, don’t worry about it.       I’ve got it all sorted out. Just Arthur’s    laundry. I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met.                                          I’m                                           Merlin.”

[camelotarcher-blog]

“I’m Alana, it’s a pleasure to meet you. But please, I really want to help you!” 

[ydewinemrys-blog]

“Well, Alana, it’s wonderful to meet you, too.                And really, you don’t have to.     You can always walk with me, though, while I    take his clothes to be washed. I’m always up         for company while I was the prat’s - I mean,      Arthur’s laundry.” 

[camelotarcher-blog]

“If you want me to do that, I’ll do that! I’m sorta new to Camelot, I’m from the Kingdom of Gwynedd… And I’m just trying to make some new friends.” 

[ydewinemrys-blog]

{-- “Welcome to Camelot, Alana.      I’m not from here originally, either.            I’ll be happy to show you around.      I think you’ll find making friends isn’t as hard as it          seems.” --} 

[ydewinemrys-blog]

Domestic Starters 2.0

"Do I smell breakfast or is that the house burning down?"

"Honey, you look tired. Go sleep."

"So I was driving past a pet store the other day and couldn't help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home."

"I want to move in with you."

"I think we should go house hunting. Buy a big family home on the beach or something."

"What do you think about children?"

"Our son/daughter got sent to the principals office today."

"Babe, can you explain to me what this is doing here?"

"You look like you could use a massage."

"I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It'll save water."

"I may have broken the dish washer."

"There's a spider in the shower!"

"I think I might be pregnant."

"I want to try for a baby."

"I want to adopt a child."

"You would make the perfect father/mother."

"Think about it. The little patter of children in our home."

"I want to marry you."

"What do you think about this color wall for our room?"

"Why is the bathroom overfilling with water?"

"Did you eat all my oreos?"

"We live together. You can't blame this on anyone else."

"I've got a romantic surprise for you."

"Let's just stay in bed."

"Get back into bed."

"Can you call in sick today?"

"I just want to lie here all day with you."

"Oh, there's no need to put a shirt on."

"I'm sick of doing all the chores!"

"We can't afford this!"

"Don't mind me, just want to remember how beautiful you look in bed this morning."

[ydewinemrys-blog]

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&&. would you please kindly reblog this if you don’t mind being sent questions for you/your muse ? and if you want to specify in the tags what kind of questions are your favorites ( to be answered by the writer or by the muse, for example ), that’d also be lovely ?

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                                                      Do not                                                               hurt                                                            him

                                                                      I will                                                                          rip                                                                             you                                                                                 apart.