Oct 5, 2019
opusregina replied to your post: “i will not come between them” i mean……… u could...
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LISTEN I JUST SAY WHATS ON MY MIND
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opusregina replied to your post: “i will not come between them” i mean……… u could...
DONT JUST POST STUFF LIKE THAT HERE NAT I’M TOO FRAGILE
LISTEN I JUST SAY WHATS ON MY MIND
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@opusregina asked: “Are you hurt?”
❝ Nah, ❞ he was quick to say, ready to brush off the obvious limp in his step that didn’t go unnoticed when he was trying to sneak past Gwen. There went his attempt to worry his friends less, a personal twist to the whole honesty thing they’ve been trying to establish between one another. He supposed it was mostly directed at him and his little habit to disappear and come back bruised and battered, and since he wanted to keep his friends safe at the same time, he could hardly be blamed for thinking it wasn’t lying if he simply didn’t say what was going. But Gwen busted him, and judging by her expression, he supposed she wouldn’t just let it go.
❝ Alright, fine, just a bit. I tripped — ❞ got pushed ❝ — and it doesn’t even hurt that badly anyway. ❞ Well, it did hurt, but Merlin thought that as long as he was able to walk, it didn’t seem so urgent to actually do something about it. ❝ Oh Gwen, don’t worry about it. It’s really not that bad. ❞
‘ my job is to keep this house going. ’
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❝ Well, everything must run incredibly smoothly then, ❞ he told her, an easy grin spreading on his face. There was a tone of playful comradery behind their conversation, but Merlin really meant it, and though he had only just started his job as a servant, he was sure she was right. The castle would surely collapse without the servants running it, judging by the way Arthur seemed unable to do the most basic of things without his aid, though he suspected most of it was just to amuse himself at his expense. It took a lot of his willpower to stop himself from dropping a hushed curse under his breath every now and then, and most of the time he failed.
He winked at Gwen, and then propped his elbow on the table, jaw resting on his palm as he regarded her with a grateful sort of look. ❝ I know for a fact I wouldn’t last half as long as I already did if it weren’t for you. I know I’ve said it before, but I’m really grateful, y’know. Though, I’m suspecting it might have been better for me mental health to work somewhere else, lucrative job my arse. I don’t understand why so many people want it, they clearly haven’t met Arthur. ❞ Still, he chuckled softly, eyes crinkling at the corners. ❝ Gaius says it’s good for practicing my patience. ❞
❛ surviving is not living. ❜
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❝ I couldn’t agree more, your highness. ❞ The druids, they would always be his people, but it was hardly a life for Mordred. Even as a young boy, he had thought the same. There were no thoughts of GRANDEUR but merely a hope to find somewhere that might give him PURPOSE. ❝ You’re one of the few that knows my history of being a druid. I fell in with people of a far darker nature just trying to find a reason for my life. All of that running and hiding, none of it felt RIGHT. Here, I feel at home. And perhaps I can help my people be accepted from here so that I may one day return to them with the good news. ❞
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❛ You know, Gwen, I don’t know what I would have done without you, ❜ he says in a light tone, though it’s clear that Merlin means it. Perhaps he simply needs to tell her now, when it becomes more than clear how much it matters to him that they are friends as they are shoulder to shoulder, elbows deep in the laundry water, long hours after most of the castle is asleep. Merlin needs her to know, so he nudges her shoulder gently, stealing a fond glance at her profile. ❛ I mean it, you know — dead serious. I would have surely not lasted as long as I have if it wasn’t for you. ❜
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❛ See, I told you I’d be — oh! ❜ The rest of his sentence is overtaken by a loud groan erupting from his mouth when Gwen’s arms wrap around him tightly and pull him into a tight embrace. He’s happy to see her, of course, especially that it crossed his mind once or twice that it might not be a possibility ( and gods know, ever since coming to Camelot, he’s been close to death more times than he can count ), but he’s fairly sure there is bruising to his ribs, and though he keeps his arms around her too, they feel sore. He breathes out heavily then, though grin is still present on his face where he keeps it fixed stubbornly.
❛ Gwen, you don’t even know how happy I am to see you, ❜ he says, voice a little thin, though clearly sincere. ❛ But we might have to cut down on the happiness slightly —— I’m fine, really, it’s just, I’m also in a little bit of pain. Nothing Gaius can’t fix, but it appears that as the best seamstress in Camelot, you have a very powerful grip. ❜
❛ it is nothing but a scratch. that is all. I will be FINE. ❜ // @opusregina. sc.
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HE HAD COME to study with the warlock whose legend was only spread in these parts thanks to the druids. I doing so, Kol had to also play nice with others around, and since MERLIN lived in the castle, he saw everyone who was there. Stories had been told ( and, frankly, some compelling had been done ) of how Kol was a distant cousin, and he sat now in the musty library, turning the page to a meticulously-detailed tome of the kingdom’s history. He had to entertain himself while Merlin was off doing lord-knows-what, and though he’d heard the rustling of skirts when they’d neared the library, he hadn’t looked up until the door opened. He stood, as custom here dictated, and offered the stiff bow Merlin had insisted he use despite Kol’s sneer that he existed outside of such pomp and circumstance. “Good morning,” he offered. “I was filling my time before my cousin was free,” he said as explanation. “Did you have the same idea?”