The sun wasn't quite going down yet, but it was clearly thinking about it. And Arthur... also needed some time and space before he went completely mad and picked up whatever mental disease clearly roamed the island.

He'd hence made his way down to the beach. Conscience, however, hadn't allowed him to go completely on his own, which meant that he couldn't quite escape the insanity entirely.

At least Merlin and Arawn were both from Camelot. He wasn't sure he could deal with more tales of his continued stay in this place right now.

[[ for two, please! ]]
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! ]]

Profile

bitchprince

December 2020

S M T W T F S
  12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223 242526
2728293031  

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 13th, 2025 06:20 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios