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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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[Her eyes remained closed as she answered after a considering pause. It was the truth, after all, because how else could she cope with being stuck in this place for so long? But then, she thought, there are the other days.]
Other days, it feels like it isn't enough. Depressing, I know. [She cracked a grin, one eye opening to look at him.] But they say this place runs off of misery. But I haven't gone mad yet. Suppose that's thanks to my social life.