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bitchprinceArthur had been fairly confident he could handle the train system that morning.
He had been wrong.
However, it had to be said that the scenery - in Oxford, and beyond - had been fairly breathtaking. And... settling. By the time their train, which had supposed to take them back en route to Pembroke, broke down at a station in the middle of nowhere, he wasn't even anywhere near throwing a fit.
Instead, he got off the train, peered up at the sign that read Abergavenny, peered past the desolate station into the woods behind them, and exhaled.They were lucky he didn't have a camera. "I maintain it wasn't my fault."
"Of course you didn't," Merlin said, so very calm about this. Mostly because they had a proper breakfast on the train.
Sausage everything!
"I'm glad you agree."
Arthur tilted his head to get a good gander at the tracks, then turned around. "Abergavenny," he said, thoughtfully. "Isn't this supposed to be somewhere near Powys--?"
Pause. "It's a little desolate out here, isn't it?"
"It's better than the city," Merlin insisted, taking a seat on a bench and glancing around at the near deserted station.
There were birds hanging about too, at least.
"I'll live happily if I never have to travel on a train underground again."
"You and I both," Arthur said, pulling a face. Sat down next to him on the bench for a moment or two, outstretching his legs. Part of him wanted to pace, part of him wanted to rest, and he was caught somewhere in the dead center of indecision. "It looks..." He pursed his lips. "Like home."
"If you ignore the metal bits."
But yes, very much like home.
"If you ignore the metal bits," Arthur echoed, with a clear laugh in his voice. "I'm not sure whether to fear something coming at us from the shadows, or to be sure it's going to remain quiet enough that we could roll around on the floor without making a scene."
Merlin was not going to laugh at that image. Really.
"Are you going to roll about?"
Arthur rolled-- his eyes, that was. "Of course not," he said, loftily, flicked a piece of twig at him, and added a half-hearted, "Insolent mongrel."
Maybe life wasn't too bad.
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He had been wrong.
However, it had to be said that the scenery - in Oxford, and beyond - had been fairly breathtaking. And... settling. By the time their train, which had supposed to take them back en route to Pembroke, broke down at a station in the middle of nowhere, he wasn't even anywhere near throwing a fit.
Instead, he got off the train, peered up at the sign that read Abergavenny, peered past the desolate station into the woods behind them, and exhaled.
"Of course you didn't," Merlin said, so very calm about this. Mostly because they had a proper breakfast on the train.
Sausage everything!
"I'm glad you agree."
Arthur tilted his head to get a good gander at the tracks, then turned around. "Abergavenny," he said, thoughtfully. "Isn't this supposed to be somewhere near Powys--?"
Pause. "It's a little desolate out here, isn't it?"
"It's better than the city," Merlin insisted, taking a seat on a bench and glancing around at the near deserted station.
There were birds hanging about too, at least.
"I'll live happily if I never have to travel on a train underground again."
"You and I both," Arthur said, pulling a face. Sat down next to him on the bench for a moment or two, outstretching his legs. Part of him wanted to pace, part of him wanted to rest, and he was caught somewhere in the dead center of indecision. "It looks..." He pursed his lips. "Like home."
"If you ignore the metal bits."
But yes, very much like home.
"If you ignore the metal bits," Arthur echoed, with a clear laugh in his voice. "I'm not sure whether to fear something coming at us from the shadows, or to be sure it's going to remain quiet enough that we could roll around on the floor without making a scene."
Merlin was not going to laugh at that image. Really.
"Are you going to roll about?"
Arthur rolled-- his eyes, that was. "Of course not," he said, loftily, flicked a piece of twig at him, and added a half-hearted, "Insolent mongrel."
Maybe life wasn't too bad.
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