Room 303, Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur did not awake to the feeling of having slept particularly well. His head wasn't pounding, which was a good sign, but his brain felt like it still wanted to seep out of his head into something nice and unconscious of the sweetest kind.

He was usually an early riser. He was trying to remember why he didn't feel inclined to be so right now.

Of course, that's when he opened his eyes and found two very curious blue eyes peering back at him. "You awake yet?" Gawain demanded. Yes, demanded.

Oh, hell. "Go back to sleep," he ordered.

"But sir," Gawain said, plaintatively, "It's time for morning exercise."

Arthur was going to murder the world.

[[ door closed, post open! ]]

Comments

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Be... not horrible for him," Merlin said, giving Hunith a conspiratory smile.

[future_sandworm]

"What do you mean by that?" Leto asked, crossing his arms.

[wee-atreides.livejournal.com]

Hunith giggled, and looked from Merlin to Leto and back.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't have the faintest idea what you're talking about, Lord Leto."

[future_sandworm]

That deserved no further comment. Leto shot Hunith a stern glance. "Don't listen to everything he says."

[wee-atreides.livejournal.com]

Hunith just smiled. Everything was clearly as usual.