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

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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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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