so I’m leaving as well.
my personal is here, if anyone wants it. message me and tell me who you are, though.
thanks for the fun run, guys. adios.
the once and future king
…Surprise. /Merlin smiles a little at his weak joking, and at the fact that Arthur’s not looking at him in disgust, but in awe.
I know, me, a dragonlord? What kind of idiot would make that happen? But…here I am. Manservant, sorcerer, dragon lord…
/He backtracks a little.
Your… father.
/Arthur bites the inside of his cheek, remembering the way Merlin had cried over Balinor’s body. Arthur had thought it was just because of stress - but no, there had been another meaning, a stronger meaning. And he’d told Merlin later that no man was worth his tears… But Balinor was his father. He felt a little sick at himself.
/Arthur had cried over Uther. Merlin had every right to cry over Balinor.
I… /he wants to say something, and he wants to pull Merlin close, but he’s never been a physically comforting person. Instead, he reaches forward and places a hand on Merlin’s shoulder, squeezing it.
I am sorry.
/His hand slides down Merlin’s arm to wrap his fingers around Merlin’s wrist, partially around the other’s hand. It’s a weak attempt at comfort.
(Source: kingoflegends, via pewlin)
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11 months ago · 3 notes · © andersaine
Wow. Looks like you’ve all stopped being entertaining little ants.
I was expecting much more from all of you really.
If you’re going to be this boring there’s no point in keeping you in my mansion anymore when I can find better subjects to observe.
Shame on you all. Papa is disappointed.
I don’t think you’re my father. My father vould never hold me hostage.
My father has.
(via i-candozat)
I didn’t. Not until then anyway. And I only met him for two days so I never really did get to know him…There was so much he could have taught me, but I suppose he managed to get the most important lesson in before he died. He taught me how to command a dragon.
It was how I managed to stop Kilgharrah. He had to obey me when I told him to stand down. I was going to kill him…But I didn’t. He was the last of his kind and I didn’t want to be the one that would have killed off his species. He had done terrible things but I made him promise he wouldn’t attack Camelot again. So I let him go.
How to command a dragon. /he blinks.
You’re a Dragonlord.
/And there’s hope in those three words for Merlin, because instead of dripping with absolute hatred or fear, they’re full of awe.
(Source: kingoflegends, via pewlin)
destinies can change || Morgause/Arthur
“That is true,” She found herself agreeing, turning to face him without fear. She was curious, now that he knew Merlin had magic… what was his opinion of it?
“It is not so different. There are thousands of spells to rid weds from a garden… however using the wrong one could have al the crops in two leagues distance destroyed and turn the soil infertile. While another could ensure that there were never a weed to grow again. This is even more important in magic concerning life and death,” She answered slowly, “The cup of life. Said that water sipped from it’s gilded edge can cure a man of many wounds and even bring one from the brink of death back to life. However… there is a cost.” Focusing on him intently, she was sure he remembered this from his mother. “… I only bring this to attention… because there is no way of knowing who will exchange their life for another. It does not take what is offered, but what is needed. Most notably… Whoever asks it to bring life, will sacrifice life of equal value, but not necessarily that of the requestor.”
Her lips pursed somewhat as she stared at him, “Tell me… what is your opinion of magic, now? Everything has changed, has it not?
Arthur regarded her words, nodding his head as she spoke, “I suppose on some level I understand my father’s fear of it. But I’m learning that nothing but death is absolute. Except when it’s not.” He laughed a little, but at Morgause’s words about the cup of life, he perked up a bit. He knew she was talking about his mother, and the choices his father and Nimueh had made.
“That is a high risk to take. Perhaps few take it when desperate.” Arthur doesn’t hate his father - perhaps if he had still been alive and well, Arthur could have grown to hate him. But his father’s death, accompanied by the previous dwindling of his sanity and health - Arthur can’t feel it in him to express anything but sadness, and possibly a desire to change.
“My opinion of magic has always changed throughout the years. There have been times when I didn’t understand my father’s hatred, there are times when I thought I had - but you’re right. Everything has changed.” He didn’t comment further on that.
But in his mind, he had already decided that he was going to work towards lifting the ban. Maybe it was because of Merlin - okay, it was mostly because of Merlin - but Arthur did not want his reign to be a shadow of his father’s. Lifting the ban would also mean trying to eradicate over twenty years of hatred, and Arthur had no desire to throw the kingdom into chaos by suddenly announcing it.
It would have to be worked into, but it would be done.
Arthur’s own heartache at being lied to aside - it felt like the right thing to do.
destinies can change || Morgause/Arthur
“It was the least I could do with my power. It was fortunate you had arrived when you did, for that night was the most prominent, the time when the veil is at it’s weakest and allows spirits from either side to pass freely,” She answered, taking note of the grip on the pillow and cocking her head. Had seeing her truly angered him? Well… it was understandable. She had lied when she said that she had no idea of Arthur’s birth and the sordid details that went along side it. However, that was more of piecing together what Nimueh had taught her of the cup of Life and the information that Arthur’s birth was wrought by magic as well as Ygraine’s death. She could vaguely remember her own mother crying for the loss of her friend… and once again for the loss of her first child as she was stolen away to safety.
It would be years yet until Morgause watched as her home crumbled and what she thought left of her family had died under Uther’s command… Because her mother was of magic. The blonde witch remembered those visions often, as now they haunted her dreams and only made her even more bitter.
Worrying her lip a moment, she chose her words carefully, “Magic… works in strange ways, Arthur. Even the most skilled of sorcerers and sorceresses do not always know the reprocussions of their actions.”
“Isn’t that how it works for most things as well? I could spend days with my advisers, burn candles until they are just small pools of hardened wax and talk until all the water from my wells had been imbibed for the dryness in our mouths - and yet there would still be a chance that any decisions I make as king would have unforeseen reactions.” He smiled a little wryly, tapping his fingers in a rhythm against the pillow.
He shifted a little in the seat, getting into a more comfortable position. “But I’m sure magic is different. I know so very little about it, as you’re most assuredly aware.” He can’t help the bitter amusement in his voice. The back of his mind mentions that he has Merlin to explain everything now, but Arthur’s heart is still recovering, still a little raw from the new knowledge he’s acquired.
Arthur glanced down at the ring on his finger - his wedding ring that he had yet to take off, and briefly thought about Gwen. He’d been so swept up in everything that he wondered if she’d ever find out about Merlin’s secret. He wondered how she would react, considering how close she and Merlin had been - but thinking of both of them at the same time created an ache in his heart that he pointedly ignored.
destinies can change || Morgause/Arthur
Considering him for a moment, she slowly nodded, her expression neutral, thoughtful. Of course he’d know the pain of both. Losing a parent before he could even remember her, and losing one he’d known his entire life. She did wonder how things would have been different, if she had survived and he had passed… She supposed nothing would have changed.
Looking down to her hands, she was quiet in her admission, “A part of me wishes I had known my own parents…”
While this was sincere, she did hope to use such a commonality between them to bridge the distance and perhaps… Well she could not count on it too much, he was, after all, still so wary of her.
“As do I. But I must thank you again. For showing me my mother.” He smiled at her again, this one bigger than the ones previous. It had been… an amazing experience. One that he wished had not been tainted by his rage against his father. He gripped the pillow.
destinies can change || Morgause/Arthur
Raising her brows in a mild shock to his generosity, she nodded, stepping aside him and moving to the bed to sit down. Glancing up again, “I suggest… a compromise. We shall trade off unless one of us is injured. Then whoever is injured shall take the bed until they are recovered. It is only fair, after all.” Even with Arthur being a knight, she could not imagine sleeping on the floor every night would be… comfortable for long. She, however, had much experience with the lack of such luxurious accommodations growing up, as well as having slept on whatever unoccupied couches there were since Caroline had locked the priestess from her own room.
Idly, the blonde woman smoothed out the sheets of the bed next to her. “There is no need to thank me… I do, if anything, understand the loss of family. It is terrible. I wonder if it were a curse or blessing to have lost them when young…”
“That sounds fine. We can do that. I’ll take the floor tonight.” He casually followed her over to the bed, grabbing one of the pillows off and holding it up with a smile. “And this.” Arthur slipped it under his arm. The night was still pretty young, no need to sleep yet. He walked over to one of the nearby chairs and sat down in it.
He looked over at Morgause, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Both. Neither.” Arthur felt as if though he’d experienced a bit of each of those - the ache of not having a mother would have been much greater if he’d actually experienced having one. But there was still that lack, the way Arthur wondered what would have been different if Ygraine were alive through his childhood.
