#arthuronceandfuture

My muse comes to yours in the middle of the night, very upset and requesting company. How does your muse respond?

It had been instinct what drove Merlin to Arthur’s chambers. Pure and blind instinct. He hadn’t even realized he was going there until he was opening the chambers and gazing at Arthur’s sleepy form. He looked so peaceful, lying on his back, his arms opened at his sides and the sheets sprawled around his waist—a divine person fallen on Earth. The curtains had stayed open and there was a faint ray of moonlight illuminating the room. The whole image was too much for Merlin, who thought—in one splitting second—that he might be dead and the image he was seeing was his cold corpse laying on his death bed.

With a pounding heart and a trembling hand, Merlin stepped closer to the bed and shook Arthur’s shoulder slightly, marvelling on the warm of his skin and the slow rise and fall of his chest. He was alive.

Then Arthur had stirred and was now very much awake and looking at him with an enraged mask, ready to shout at him, but stopped suddenly, now looking at him with concern. His expression must’ve been one of pain and despair.  Merlin shook his head, a sad smile adorning his lips. “I’m fine Arthur… I just wanted to…” but he couldn’t finish that thought, the fear, the possibility of losing Arthur during sleep was too fresh still.

Send “Smooch!” for a reaction to my muse suddenly being kissed by yours.

Put a name before "...has passed away" and I'll tell you my reaction if they die.

        The words hit hard. A blow to the chest that pierced his heart as his eyes filled with tears. No. He knew it was a possibility, Gaius was old even for those times and he had lived a long life doing what he liked to do, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

         Gaius was his father figure… the one to guide him when he had arrived to Camelot, he had prevented him to get lost in the course of years and now he was on his own, filling on a role he wasn’t born to and for which his mentor had been preparing him since day one.

Shoes to big to fill.

          Merlin gave Arthur a shaky smile and excused himself, walking with heavy steps back to the physician’s quarters——his quarters now. Another flinch made his heart at that thought. They would be empty, Arthur made sure of that and Gaius’ body rested in the throne room in the meantime and Merlin could go and have a vigil at any time he wanted, but in the afternoon the funeral would have place. Buried in the Pendragon mausoleum, as present for all the services he did for the cursed family.

           Merlin arrived at the empty chambers and took a look over the disorganised study. His eyes tickled with new tears. Everything there reminded him of Gaius: every dry and fresh herb, every vial and pot —-even the tank of leeches. Gulping, Merlin took away his gaze from the room and rushed to his own tiny room, barely closing the door before sliding down its surface until he was hunched on the floor, his head hiding in his knees.

          It was too much to take. He felt like a boy once more and he needed someone… but no one would come again.

What would your muse do if they found mine locked in a cell and chained to a wall? Put it in my ask.

         Merlin’s head lolled to the side as noise broke the solemn silence of the dungeon. There was a ring in his head ——like the sound of keys against one another—— but it could be a product of the blows to his head, although, his arms were resting in an odd position above his head and it could be the sound of the chains.

             “——‘o away” he mumbled at whoever was calling him. His head hurt and he wanted to rest ——or what little rest he could find between the guards coming to visit him every so often. But when the voice called again, the servant found it sounded familiar. “Arthur?” he muttered, his voice hoarse for all the screaming he’d done the previous night.

What happened?

           Merlin himself would like the answer to that question, but his mind was a blurr of unconnected events and all of them lead to him being dragged away by a couple of guards and chained to the wall to avoid any possibility of escape his magic could provide.

12: ghost kiss

DamagedAithusa

apt-swordwoman

"There is nothing you can do… I-I had to protect you" she replies, though she is scared and dying and her own magic is misfiring trying to heal her and fight the poison, but it’s just making things more painful for her.

Hmmm... Thanks for reminding me dear. I shall Add you to the list. Do I owe you a starter on Merlina [daughterofmagickx] as well? I'm not entirely sure as that account appears to be fucking dead right now. -.- LOL XD

To do;;

Arthur