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poly_chromatic2013-03-16 09:38 am
pratful) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-03-16 09:38 am
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016 ♛ Curse: Ides of March (backdated to the 15th)
[ Closed Action to Merlin ]
[ Arthur stomped through the halls, shirt draped over his arm and looking for all the world like it was about to end. In truth, that's just the look Arthur usually sported prior to the morning meal but today there was a more specific reason for it rather then the simple hunger gnawing at his stomach. ]
Merlin! Just where the heck are you hiding? [ he stomped a little more, opening up random doors, looking behind the curtains as he passed by some shaded window or another. Getting fed up, he stopped in the middle of the family room and simply yelled. ]
That's it Merlin. Get out here right now or else you'll regret it for a week!
[ To Mercy ]
When you get this... just call me back, will you? It's about Merlin.
[ To Charlie ]
Whatever you're doing.
Stop.
And come home.
... Please?
[ Open Action ]
[ After laying Merlin to rest in his rooms, arms folded neatly, the blood washed from Merlin's body, Arthur had felt unease creep into his thoughts. What honor could he do Merlin by keeping vigil over his dead servant's body? What penance would it serve when it was Arthur's own hand that had done the deed? No, honor demanded he stay and stay he did, until Charlie had found him (and the black eye he sported showed how well that went). And now restlessness had taken him to the beach as dusk crept on the City.
Had it really been so long ago when Merlin tried to give his life to save Arthur's own? He'd been just as unworthy then as he was now. Maybe even less so. His pride had stood him in the way and it was always his pride that made Arthur a fool. The unicorn, the hunger of his people and the drought in the land.
All for the sake of a Unicorn's horn.
He snorted and shoved his hands into the pocket of his jacket, trying to warm the now friend-stained hands. He didn't even have a prize this time to hang on his wall, to put on display. No, just Merlin's dead body lying on a bed. And for what? An unmended shirt? A moment's ire at a man who had saved his life how many times? Magic or no, Merlin had been his servant, his friend and trusted companion.
Arthur didn't deserve him. He was starting to suspect he never had. ]
((ooc: Backdating the post to yesterday as I ended up crashing before I could get the post up. Action open to anyone who'd like to bother him at the beach or on the way there.))
[ Arthur stomped through the halls, shirt draped over his arm and looking for all the world like it was about to end. In truth, that's just the look Arthur usually sported prior to the morning meal but today there was a more specific reason for it rather then the simple hunger gnawing at his stomach. ]
Merlin! Just where the heck are you hiding? [ he stomped a little more, opening up random doors, looking behind the curtains as he passed by some shaded window or another. Getting fed up, he stopped in the middle of the family room and simply yelled. ]
That's it Merlin. Get out here right now or else you'll regret it for a week!
[ To Mercy ]
When you get this... just call me back, will you? It's about Merlin.
[ To Charlie ]
Whatever you're doing.
Stop.
And come home.
... Please?
[ Open Action ]
[ After laying Merlin to rest in his rooms, arms folded neatly, the blood washed from Merlin's body, Arthur had felt unease creep into his thoughts. What honor could he do Merlin by keeping vigil over his dead servant's body? What penance would it serve when it was Arthur's own hand that had done the deed? No, honor demanded he stay and stay he did, until Charlie had found him (and the black eye he sported showed how well that went). And now restlessness had taken him to the beach as dusk crept on the City.
Had it really been so long ago when Merlin tried to give his life to save Arthur's own? He'd been just as unworthy then as he was now. Maybe even less so. His pride had stood him in the way and it was always his pride that made Arthur a fool. The unicorn, the hunger of his people and the drought in the land.
All for the sake of a Unicorn's horn.
He snorted and shoved his hands into the pocket of his jacket, trying to warm the now friend-stained hands. He didn't even have a prize this time to hang on his wall, to put on display. No, just Merlin's dead body lying on a bed. And for what? An unmended shirt? A moment's ire at a man who had saved his life how many times? Magic or no, Merlin had been his servant, his friend and trusted companion.
Arthur didn't deserve him. He was starting to suspect he never had. ]
((ooc: Backdating the post to yesterday as I ended up crashing before I could get the post up. Action open to anyone who'd like to bother him at the beach or on the way there.))
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But she's waiting, as if maybe there is in fact a punchline. Something she missed. Maybe she misheard him.
When she finally realizes he's not lying, she stands. Slowly. She's shaking a bit, hands balled into fists. Her voice is flat when she speaks, words hissed out through clenched teeth and spoken carefully as if she was dealing with a complete idiot. And she can't even look at Arthur right now. Not that she doesn't want to. It's more she really shouldn't. The air around the both of them has heated some but she keeps that in check, eyes closed tight and breathing coming in rapid bursts before she calms enough to talk, the air cooling down some.]
Where's my husband, Arthur?
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If he deserved death at anyone's hands, it was at hers. But he held his ground and if his voice trembled a little as he spoke, it was with grief and regret intermingled. Neither would ever be separated from this day, not for as long as he could remember. ]
I laid him to rest in your rooms. It was the least I could do. [ It was all he could do. There would be no state of mourning, no vigil through the long night. At least not as it should be. But what Arthur could do, Arthur would do. That much was a promise Arthur could keep. ]</small.
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She saw Rainbird. She saw the man who'd befriended her, looked out for her while she was trapped and then took the most important person in her life away in an instant. She'll realize later that this isn't the same. That Arthur didn't plan this, it wasn't his fault. For now, she can't see past the flashbacks and the similarities.
She wants to hurt Arthur. Rid the City of him, even if it would just be temporary. But she can't. A microscopic part of her knows this was the result of a curse and keeps her from making a mistake.
She points at Arthur, taking a few steps towards him and remaining silent for a moment as she sorts out what she wants to say. But the words get lost and tangled and confused and somehow end up in her fist. And her fist, bony and small as it is, ends up flying at Arthur's face as hard as she can. Just one punch. Somehow, that was all she needed.
How 'bout them sparring lessons, Arthur?
Out of her system goes the desire to react horribly to her husbands death and she turns, racing away from Arthur and towards her husband. A door slams somewhere in the house and the animals go silent, sensing something is Wrong. They look from Arthur to where Charlie disappeared to before finally just vanishing to different parts of the house and Charlie won't be leaving her room for hours. She won't say anything, either. The occasional sob might be heard from her, but other than that? Nothing.]