#sonofpendragon

    Merlin bent down and picked up his jacket before he pushed past Arthur and Cedric and went back to his chambers with Gaius. If Arthur wanted a new servant, let him have it. He was done. And he was tired of being made the fool. Merlin was relieved when Gaius wasn’t there, because he could clean himself up in peace and try to ignore the hurt that he felt deep in his chest. 

“No.” Of course, servants couldn’t actually say no to kings, not really, but come on, Merlin had to draw the line here. There was no way he was going to just stand back and let Arthur drag him right into the very creepy, very crumbly castle absolutely crawling with all kinds of very dark magic right out in the middle of nowhere like this. Even if the whole thing didn’t just collapse into a heap of rubble the second they stepped inside, well, they’d probably just accidentally trigger some horrid, unbreakable curse to reduce Camelot to ashes, or something, and no, Gaius, he is not being dramatic, thank you very much.

“No,” he said, again, and shook his head, but he never took his eyes off the old castle--even from here, he could feel the sick, sharp power, like mud on his skin, and he couldn’t hold back a grimace. “No, absolutely not. That is a bad idea. We are not going in there.”

Her brow furrowed lightly, a light crease forming on her forehead. She was in deep thought for more than she’d like to admit, but she couldn’t stop herself from taking a step too far and inviting herself into his business.  Even if it wasn’t a big deal.  “Do you need any help?” The question seemed silly to her - the other looked as if they were struggling, after all.  “Maybe I could help you!”

                  ❝   𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑   𝖎𝖙   𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙   𝖇𝖊   𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖔𝖋   𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙   𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊   𝖋𝖔𝖗   𝖞𝖔𝖚   𝖙𝖔   𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊   𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙   𝖒𝖊   𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊.   ❞            there  was  a  soft  smirk  dancing  on  the  gods  features  while  he  watched  the  other  from  his  sitting  place.  was  this  something  he  wished  to  get  himself  into ?  it  could  be  danger  for  both  of  them,  a  god  and  humans  relationship ?  and  anyway  the  god  did  felt  close  to  the  other,  for  some  reason  he  related  to  him  somehow.            ❝   come  sit  with  me.  lets  share  a  glass  of  wine.   ❞

‘  unless it’s a sign  .  ’