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Merlin (youngmagician) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-12-25 00:16:00

Entry tags:

arthur pendragon, guinevere, merlin, morgana

who: the camelot gang [ and anyone else they invite ]
what: celebrating christmas
where: gwen & arthur's room
when: christmas day
notes: tobias is welcome since i just realized these are his rooms too. merlin is sorry for constantly breaking in an never introducing himself.

Merlin decided he liked this Christmas stuff. Maybe he didn't understand it all -- he still couldn't figure out how Santa Claus figured into the birth of a baby because he was pretty sure they didn't talk about a big guy in a red suit in the Jesus story -- or what the nine candle thing he bought was for except that it was part of the holiday season as well (menorah or something like that), but no matter. The traditions were still fun. It was an all day thing, just like the solstice back home, spent cooking and just enjoying the company of your family and friends. Morgana had agreed, and he probably could have waited for her, but he was excited -- And it was breakfast time!

Never mind the constant habit of breaking and entering. It was just Arthur and Gwen's apartment, right? They didn't care. Plus, he'd be quiet. He set a few gifts under the tree Gwen decorated. (He was glad it made her happy because he'd nearly killed himself trying to lug that thing around, and nearly took a few strangers out when attempting to do it with magic. Still, it had been worth it.)

He already knew what they had in the way of food, and went shopping the day before for anything else they might need. Some of it Merlin could cook, his job was coming in handy that way, and Gwen would have to help him later with dinner. He doubted she would mind. Anyways, he could make all sorts of breakfast food just fine, it was an easy meal. Pancakes with chocolate chips and blueberries on the side to be added in occasionally. Bacon with eggs to follow once they started to wake up. Orange juice and milk in the fridge, he found hot chocolate mix in the store too. He even managed to be sort of quiet, as per the plan, only clanging the pans once, and dropping small items that made very little noise.

Oh, and was it mentioned that Merlin had not only worn a too-big santa hat, propped up by and emphasizing his ears, with a green and red reindeer tie that lit up at the nose, and played jingle bells through his belt loops, and started cooking after hanging mistletoe over the door way because he was told standing under it with someone was 'good luck'? Well he was and he did.

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a_royal_prat
2009-12-30 04:43 am UTC (link)

"I'm going back to bed," came Arthur's muffled answer as he dragged a hand down his face. The world could go mad without him. He peered through his fingers at Merlin and Lancelot and decided yes, most definitely, this was going to be one of those days and it would be best to leave well enough alone while retaining his sanity.

"Merry Christmas."

Arthur turned and walked back into the bedroom.

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futurequeen
2009-12-30 05:44 am UTC (link)

Gwen was scraping her hair back a little and looking for a clasp to hold it when she heard the door opening. Glancing over, she let the curls fall again, frowning a little at Arthur.

"I thought you were going through?" she said before realising he probably wouldn't give her an answer to that. "Who was at the door?"

She vaguely remembered him saying that was where he was going.

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future_seer
2009-12-30 06:43 am UTC (link)

Morgana too was frowning at Arthur, "Arthur what is it?" She asked. He had that look on his face. The one where it looked like that he quite believed that the sky was falling and he wanted nothing to do with it's shenanigans, so please kindly call him back when it finally decided to stop. Whenever he had that look, Morgana tended to believe that he was being over-dramatic about whatever it was. She had a feeling that it wouldn't be any different now.

Rather than waiting for him to answer, she got up off of the bed he shared with her best friend, and walked around him to his bedroom door. She looked to Merlin's face, to Lancelot. And Morgana, ever the intelligent one, had the sense to look up. Huh. Interesting. She quite easily controlled the smirk that was mentally occurring as she made not to take out and work on what she was currently mentally filing away for a later date. Which really ranged from anything between the next three seconds and the next month. Her plans were formed so easily. And for the most part they worked very well.

"Merry Christmas, Lancelot." Morgana said, in such a manner that would suggest that she hadn't just figured out that he had been kissing a good friend of hers. "Have Merlin show you his pancakes. You should have some, they're quite delicious." She said, her expression friendly enough. "Forgive our tardiness, we should all," The all for Arthur's benefit, "be out shortly." With that she closed the door.

"It was a shame that I had to miss that sight." She said, mostly to herself, but loud enough for Arthur and Gwen to hear. Deliberately so.

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youngmagician
2009-12-30 11:25 am UTC (link)

When their kiss had ended, and Merlin was able to think and consider his feelings on this turn of events, instead lingering on the idea of stealing away from the rooms, even if only briefly, to find if Lancelot -- Merlin wasn't sure. To assure himself he hadn't imagined the almost tender way his cheeks had been held, lifted into a second kiss, when just one would have been enough between friends, and two made him wonder ~~hope~~ that they may be something more. Before he could even step into the hall though, for questions or even just to steal another kiss, Lancelot stumbled back, away from him and spoke.

Your highness!

Merlin didn't blush immediately, nor did he make an effort to look up. All the color drained from his cheeks by the time he did glance over to see Arthur's back returning to the bed room. It would be Arthur. His mind went blank, as if to save his sanity from crumbling under all the frantic, foolish thoughts sure to start any moment. Like the conflicting desire to ignore Arthur's appearance, and simply continue on his former train of thought elsewhere -- and the ridiculous feeling that some how he'd been dishonest or disloyal maybe? If not to Arthur, then to himself because hadn't he admitted (for the most part) to Lancelot about caring for Arthur, and instead he now was more then happy to explore that brief moment they'd shared over a silly holiday tradition?

Morgana emerged from the room in time enough to keep his head from exploding because he worried too much and was over thinking things. She also helped restoring the flow of blood to his brain, as he promptly turned a stunning shade of scarlet again, nodding weakly to whatever it is she said, uninterested because he knew she had already worked out what happened.

Merlin moved to lead Lancelot in to the kitchen, almost forgetting himself and grabbing the other's hand, remembering quick enough that only their fingertip brushed together for a second. He retrieved the pancakes, setting them out for Lancelot to try, while attempting to decide what to say that wouldn't sound completely stupid, and coming up short.

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a_royal_prat
2009-12-31 05:10 pm UTC (link)

"Not a word, Morgana," Arthur warned a fraction of a second too late to actually stop her from giving her opinion. He wasn't ready to think about it, much less face it head on that his--that Merlin and then Lancelot. Arthur squeezed his eyes shut and sank down onto the bed, glaring hard at the floor.

He wasn't idiotic enough to think there had been pressure on either side for it. Lancelot was far too...Lancelot and Merlin was well, dimmer than an unlit candle came to mind, but regardless they had been

It wasn't like he cared that they had been

Arthur buried his face in his hands and sighed.

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futurequeen
2009-12-31 05:17 pm UTC (link)

Gwen looked on in confusion, her eyes not leaving Arthur as Morgana looked out the bedroom door. When he sat down she frowned before taking the few steps forward, sitting next to him.

"Arthur, what's wrong?"

She had vaguely heard Morgana mention Lancelot's name, so clearly that was who had just arrived. But why would that make Arthur react in this way? Glancing up at Morgana for some explanation, she placed a hand on Arthur's thigh before looking back to him.

"What's going on?"

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a_royal_prat
2010-01-02 06:50 am UTC (link)

Arthur moved to cover her hand with is, lifting it from his thigh to kiss the back of her knuckles.

"It's unimportant. Morgana, why don't you go. We'll be out in a few moments."

He couldn't have given her a clearer dismissal without cursing and all he wanted was a few minutes to fix his expression into something less shocked and confused and more normal, at least bored. After all, he shouldn't have been as affected as he had been.

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future_seer
2010-01-02 07:03 am UTC (link)

Morgana arched a brow at Arthur and looked at him with an expression that was nearing 'you've got to be kidding me'. First he cut her off before she could answer Gwen and then he was telling her to go. The nerve of him. Who did he think he was. She never let him tell her what to do in Camelot, order or suggestion or otherwise, muchless here.

However, Morgana was keen enough to think upon the situation. And she realized that both Merlin and Lancelot might not appreciate her telling someone. Even if that someone else was Gwen. Then again, they mightn't appreciate it because that someone else was Gwen. It was out of respect for Merlin that she gave her friend a small smile-that very much neared apologetic-and said, "You'll have to ask Merlin that." Rather than ignoring Arthur just to spite him.

Give Arthur another look, this one much more unreadable, she simply said, "Don't take too long." Before walking out, closing the door behind her with a very audible click.

Both for her irritation with Arthur and as warning to the boys in the kitchen that she was arriving.

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