OOC
To the Roleplay that wanted me to apply… I apologize, I’ve lost your site. Can you reblog this so I know where to send the app? Please and thank you.
-Merlin
It’s…lonely. To…be more powerful than any man you know and have to live like a shadow. To be special and have to pretend you’re a fool. I know how it feels. I understand.
Merlin!
Where are you?
My armor needs polishing along with my boots, my room is a bloody mess, my bed needs to be made, the floors need cleaning, my clothes need to be washed, the stables need to be cleaned, and the horses need to be fed.
The list goes on and on, you don’t have time to be lazing about!
(Couldn’t resist xD)
The dreams had finally stopped. For the first time in months, Morgana had been able to sleep peacefully, and the only person she had left to thank for this was Morgause, the woman in armor. Fingering the intricate bracelet, Morgana pursed her lips. This will help you sleep, she had said. What on…
Merlin had finally finished all of his chores only to be told by Arthur that he must now muck out the stables. With pursed lips and a rather aggravated look about his face, the young warlock descended the front steps of the castle to do as he was bidden. His eyes fell upon the Lady Morgana as he was crossing the courtyard and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. Some part of him wanted so desperately to tell her that she was not alone, but Gaius had warned him not to. What on earth was he supposed to do?
With a reserved sigh, he crossed the distance between them and approached her. “How are you feeling?” He greeted rather sheepishly. Servants weren’t generally supposed to approach the nobles as such, but being the prince’s servant had afforded him a slight advantage. These people were more than just his bosses, they were also his closest friends.
Morgana twitched, jarred out of her thoughts violently. She turned slightly, her eyes sparking to life as she realized that it was Merlin. Morgana knew that she owed him, he had saved Mordred’s life while trying to help them escape. Uther’s Ward had yet to figure out how she would repay him for his efforts.
Flashing a weak smile, Morgana inclined her head, twisting her hands together in slight apprehension. “Merlin!” Although Morgana knew that she was prone to gushing, it was hard not to, especially around the few friends she had gathered around her. “I’m fine, I don’t think I’ve ever slept so peacefully. And yourself?” Although the question of Magic was still on her mind, Morgana knew better than to speak of possessing it in public.
Merlin smiled a little as she recognized him. He was glad to hear that she was doing well. He shifted his weight on the balls of his feet. “If mucking out the stables is cause for celebration then I’m doing magnificent,” he jested, trying to lighten her mood. “Going for a ride?”
Under normal circumstances, Morgana would have laughed. Granted, she didn’t think she had it in her to laugh without it sounding forced. Yes, she could play perfect for Uther, but for Arthur, Gwen and Merlin? No. Well, perhaps Arthur. Smiling ruefully at her whimsy, Morgana glanced back up at Merlin, then towards her mare.
”Yes, I am. I need to… think.” Subconsciously, Morgana rubbed her bracelet, her brows furrowed slightly. “Is Arthur working you too hard?” She asked, wanting nothing more than to change the topic.
Merlin watched her reaction carefully, knowing the internal struggle she must be going through. He remembered vividly the day he’d discovered his magic. His was an even rarer case than Morgana’s, though he was certainly surprised that she was exhibiting signs.
“I don’t know if it’s my place to say,” Merlin uttered with a light smile. All he needed was for word to get back to Arthur, or worse, Uther, and the next thing he knew he’d be out of a job.
The dreams had finally stopped. For the first time in months, Morgana had been able to sleep peacefully, and the only person she had left to thank for this was Morgause, the woman in armor. Fingering the intricate bracelet, Morgana pursed her lips. This will help you sleep, she had said. What on…
Merlin had finally finished all of his chores only to be told by Arthur that he must now muck out the stables. With pursed lips and a rather aggravated look about his face, the young warlock descended the front steps of the castle to do as he was bidden. His eyes fell upon the Lady Morgana as he was crossing the courtyard and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. Some part of him wanted so desperately to tell her that she was not alone, but Gaius had warned him not to. What on earth was he supposed to do?
With a reserved sigh, he crossed the distance between them and approached her. “How are you feeling?” He greeted rather sheepishly. Servants weren’t generally supposed to approach the nobles as such, but being the prince’s servant had afforded him a slight advantage. These people were more than just his bosses, they were also his closest friends.
Morgana twitched, jarred out of her thoughts violently. She turned slightly, her eyes sparking to life as she realized that it was Merlin. Morgana knew that she owed him, he had saved Mordred’s life while trying to help them escape. Uther’s Ward had yet to figure out how she would repay him for his efforts.
Flashing a weak smile, Morgana inclined her head, twisting her hands together in slight apprehension. “Merlin!” Although Morgana knew that she was prone to gushing, it was hard not to, especially around the few friends she had gathered around her. “I’m fine, I don’t think I’ve ever slept so peacefully. And yourself?” Although the question of Magic was still on her mind, Morgana knew better than to speak of possessing it in public.
Merlin smiled a little as she recognized him. He was glad to hear that she was doing well. He shifted his weight on the balls of his feet. “If mucking out the stables is cause for celebration then I’m doing magnificent,” he jested, trying to lighten her mood. “Going for a ride?”
The dreams had finally stopped. For the first time in months, Morgana had been able to sleep peacefully, and the only person she had left to thank for this was Morgause, the woman in armor. Fingering the intricate bracelet, Morgana pursed her lips. This will help you sleep, she had said. What on…
Merlin had finally finished all of his chores only to be told by Arthur that he must now muck out the stables. With pursed lips and a rather aggravated look about his face, the young warlock descended the front steps of the castle to do as he was bidden. His eyes fell upon the Lady Morgana as he was crossing the courtyard and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. Some part of him wanted so desperately to tell her that she was not alone, but Gaius had warned him not to. What on earth was he supposed to do?
With a reserved sigh, he crossed the distance between them and approached her. “How are you feeling?” He greeted rather sheepishly. Servants weren’t generally supposed to approach the nobles as such, but being the prince’s servant had afforded him a slight advantage. These people were more than just his bosses, they were also his closest friends.
Peril on the Horizon
Merlin was running through the castle as fast as he could. One of the other servants had collapsed suddenly and began convulsing and twitching. He had to find Gaius immediately. He nearly bowled over one of the maids carrying towels.
“Sorry,” he called over his shoulder before rounding the corner swiftly.
Gwaine rolled over onto his side, away from the sudden stream of sunlight blinding him through the windows of his knight’s chambers, only to find his mouth full of hay. What… Forcing his eyes open (and…
Merlin immediately jogged forward to aid his friend. Though Gwaine was trying to be tough, Merlin could tell that he was in considerable pain. The young warlock knelt beside the knight and examined his leg. It would probably take him two seconds to heal if he was allowed to use magic, but alas his identity had to remain a secret even to his closest companions.
“We have to get you to Gaius,” Merlin stated simply. “He’ll have you fixed up in no time.”
Resigned to the fact that his pain was showing despite his macho antics, Gwaine nodded, barely able to get out, “No idea what even happened,” as he let Merlin help him stand with the bulk of his weight on his right side.
It was in Gwaine’s nature to infuse even bleak situations with humor if he could, but as they limped awkwardly back toward the stable entrance, all he could manage was to say pathetically, “so, what are the chances of Arthur not finding out about this, do you suppose?” He said it with a slight laugh in his voice, knowing that despite Merlin’s rank and job title he was Arthur’s best man and probably didn’t keep many secrets from the King. Maybe he could at least leave out the part where Gwaine had cried…
Merlin helped Gwaine lean again him as he stood, supporting him under the arm as they hobbled along. He smiled a little at Gwaine’s question. “I would say slim to none,” he replied. “Though I could leave out the falling asleep in the stables bit? Arthur doesn’t have to know everything.”
Unbeknownst to most of the court and his even his friends, Merlin wasn’t a completely terrible liar, nor was he as open a book as Arthur liked to think.
“What exactly happened?” Merlin asked of his friend. “Arthur’s been pretty worried.
