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“well of course she is.” brittany said with a nod. it didn’t matter to her whether or not the girl actually knew santana, the statement just made sense to her. “santana is right about everything.”

“No no it’s not that it’s just…I’m not too sure how I feel about destiny just yet.”  

“So I’ve heard…”  Arthur says, unable to tell if he loves destiny for bringing him Merlin. ..or hates it for having him killed.

Arthur just smile at that.  He truly hopes he can have a future.  “Yes thank you Freya.  I know how they get an if I do see them here…well that’ll be the end of me surely.”  

Raven looked at the city in front for her, it was different than what she was used too, more polished almost. “If I ever find my father, I’m going to kill him.” The purple haired demon stated, lighting a cigarette and holding it between her lips.

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“no no it’s fine i promise.” brittany said, shaking her head a few more times than necessary, blonde hair going all over. she had to stop when it started to make her dizzy, well more dizzy than she already was. “it’s fine because i haven’t started stripping yet. santana says once i wanna take my clothes off i needed to stop, which is actually kind of unfair. people like me a lot when i start taking off my clothes.”

He chuckles.  “I mean I hope…unless the past decides I can’t get a future.”  Arthur teases, but a part of him means it…just for the mere fact if his words won’t help them nothing will.  “I know…still if any of the knights were here I’d never live ti down…but I will admit it’s quite nice…”  As if everything is normal.  

“Well I mean…I didn’t tell anyone we kissed but…boy is he a good kisser.”  When Merlin is on his mind he won’t leave.   “It’s a bit weird for me to gossip but…I quite like it.”  It feels different from what he’s used to…but he likes it.  

CAROL  SAT  ON  A  BENCH,    completely  silent  and  crossed  legged  with  her  eyes  closed,   as  if  she  was  mediating.    but  in  fact,   she  was  sensing  the  atmosphere,   her  fingers  moved,   feeling  the  molecules.   the  last  thing  she  remembered,   was  a  bright  light,   countless  stars  on  the  sky,  and  a  big  ball  of  fire  approaching  her.   she  thought  she  could  take  it  and  destroy  whatever  was  about  to  attack  her,   but  now  she  found  herself  in—   washington  dc?    was  she   …   dead?     “excuse  me?   yes,   i’m—   i’m  carol,   carol  danvers,   air  force  pilot,   i  was  wondering  if  you  could  help  me  with  the  coordenates?   where  am  i? ”     this  was  earth,   but  there  was  something  off.   she  could  sense  it.

“I’m now learning to live by an open mind.”  It took death to figure that out.  He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.  “I mean…I think we did.  I confessed how I felt…he said how he felt and…well I could have sworn I heard these weird popping noises when we kissed.”  He chuckles.  “And now I realized we are gossiping a bit aren’t we ?”  

“I try to open my mind to everything since there is a lot to take in.”  He shrugs.  “And don’t tell Merlin that.  He’d find a way to make fun of me for that for sure.”  He chuckles, eyes lighting up at the mention of Merlin’s name.  

“Well obviously I’m a bit biased and will go of the medieval works but I am quite fond of a lot of things; a few being historical fiction and nonfiction, adventure and mystery…”  He looks around and goes to her close.  “And don’t tell anyone…but there are a few romances that pique my fancy.”  

He chuckles. “Well thank you Freya.” And it means a lot considering he still has a negative look on himself from his past…but he needs to keep calm and carry on as they say. He waves hello to the woman at the reference desk he always sees.

☺: three things that make my muse happy

☻: three things that make my muse sad

✝: any religious beliefs my muse has

☎ : my muse's ringtone

♫: three of my muse's favorite songs

♪: three songs that remind me of my muse

★: a wish my muse has

☑: something my muse has accomplished that they're proud of

☢: something my muse is afraid of

☂: what my muse does on a rainy day

→: is my muse any good with directions?

☮: is my muse a happy person?

웃: three people that are important to my muse

☃: does my muse like the holidays?

☯: is my muse more idealistic or cynical?

▲: my muse's happiest memory

✄: is my muse creative?

⌘: was my muse good in school?

✿: is my muse an outdoors person?

♈: the most daring thing your muse has ever done

♉: is my muse prone to jealousy?

♊: is my muse smart?

♋: is my muse emotional?

♌: three things my muse is enthusiastic about

♍: is my muse shy?

♎: is my muse vain or cocky?

♏: something my muse obsesses over

♐: is my muse blunt or do they beat around the bush?

♑: is my muse an optimist or a pessimist?

♒: is my muse emotional or more detached?

“Because I never gave off the air of a reader. All I had to give off was the air of regality and strength.” Now Arthur isn’t complaining about being a prince…but he also had so much pressure on him that he needed to act a certain way. The pompous attitude just came slowly as he grew up.