#slightlybrcken

    “ aramis, thank god... ”        of all her father’s musketeers, it’s naturally him that she feels most protected by -- he’s always seemingly gone out of his way for her. all those times he’d greet her in corridors or in the gardens, the day he’d risked both drowning  &   hypothermia to retrieve her mother’s necklace, every occasion where he broke the social rules to meet her gaze  &  let her know she was really seen... who else would she want to come rescue her? he lifts her up and she allows her forehead to rest against his, just for a few moments.       “ i knew you’d come. ”

            the idiots strike again. / a starter for @slightlybrcken​

    “ oh, flynn, why don’t you give this up? surrender suits you. ”        siren thinks it’s quite clear that it is, in fact, over -- the odds have been stacked against him from the very beginning. she has his family, his kingdom, his crown... and now she has his soulmate. nei can’t blame him for wanting to cling to his false hope. he’s come so far, he’s fought so hard. he had begun to believe that he could actually win with aurora by his side, but that illusion should be good  &  shattered by this point. her fingers tuck under his chin and tilt his head up, her lips pursing in mocking sympathy.        “ you should have stayed away. ”

    “I wasn’t aware that I had to tell you every little thing,” Arthur said, a touch of annoyance in his voice. As much as he mocked Merlin for being a mother hen, it was true that he really could be just that. “And anyway, I was going to be back before you even found out about it. But as it is, it looks like you’re going to go with me regardless of what I say, aren’t you?” He shook his head at him, tsking a little under his breath before he continued, “Fine. Just don’t get in the way.”

          FROM WHERE SHE stood in front of the mirror, Kensi let out a soft sigh as she rubbed her ever expanding stomach. For a few reasons, she loved being pregnant, it made her feel amazing but she also hated it because it meant she was on desk duty and couldn’t do, well, anything else. She hated it and it was making her sick and bored. Oh so bored. Looking at her husband through the mirror, Kensi sighed “Can we go away for a babymoon or something? I’m hating being fat and on desk duty. It’s so damn boring. You would not believe how incredibly clean my gun and everything is. I also think I’m driving HETTI INSANE TOO.”

❝ mister fyrewalker, wait! i need to talk to you! ❞   no doubt she might come across as a reporter, one of the many that seek to discredit  &  insult his work -- pseudoarchaeology, they call it, because he’s looking for the things they refuse to believe exist. scarlett is anything but one of them. she’s looking for something impossible too; aiming to fulfill her father’s dream, prove him right to the world.    /    @slightlybrcken​.

The crown on his felt heavy – an unnecessary weight. Arthur sat down pressing pads of his fingers together letting out a heavy sigh he stays there for a moment then leans forward on his throne pursing his lips together. “We ride out at dawn then. Tell Merlin that he’s to come with us and I want my things packed before he goes to bed.” Arthur told Gwaine who nodded “you should get ready too. We have a war to try and prevent. I don’t see any other option other than going into enemy territory to try to save the lives who take refuge here in Camelot.” Arthur knew it could go one of two ways. They would march to enemy land and his knights would be lost and casualties with the neighboring kingdom who Camelot’s never known to share peace with or they could sit back and let them slaughter his people one by one until there was nothing left for him to rule. Sitting back against the throne he lets out a breath hues close trying to drown out the lights and noises within the throne room. He doesn’t want to be disturbed though his duties as king carried on for another hour that evening. Thankful time passed quickly, he doesn’t have anymore visitors or unwanted news. Arthur stands to his feet and starts to work his way towards the royal chambers he never took over his father’s after he passed even with the furniture being redone. It just felt wrong. Instead he continued to live in his quarters he liked them okay they were fit for him it was where he grew up. They were comfortable. He wants to rest when he got to his bed chambers though he knew he should get ready to leave in the morning. Despite the fact he’s never packed a thing in his life he had no idea where any of his belongings actually were.