InsaneJournal

Who: Girl!Arthur and Girl!Merlin
What: Merlin knows things relevant to Arthur's current interests.
When: Now
Where: A Random Bar
Rating: No One Knows



Arthur had to physically resist flinging open the door and barging into Morgana's rooms once Merlin had started talking to him. It wasn't enough that Arthur was nearly strangling the damn PDA in his insistence to will people into doing what he wanted them to and if Gwen wasn't sleeping quietly in the room over he would have been shouting the rooftop down to get someone to please explain to him why everyone continued to keep things from him.

Instead he paced, his footsteps were light on the carpet and the circles he made were dizzying to the point he had to stop and grip his head to reign in his own panic. Why was it just when he began to believe Merlin wasn't hiding a dozen carefully guarded secrets, he discovered his trust was being misplaced.

Morgana's arrival was heralded by rushed thank yous and an impromptu strip down before her as he tugged on the garments she handed him. The fabric bunched and clung to places he wasn't accustomed to having it cling and the pants were tight and bracing around his legs. His own shoes were miles to big for his feet, but he'd already stolen a pair of Guinevere's and found they fit well enough to get by until morning.

He hastily promised Morgana she could do with him as she pleased the next day as he edged them both out the door. He needed to know what Merlin had to say and staying inside wasn't a possibility any longer.

At the very least, no one but Merlin would recognize him and he could handle that.

The night air was nothing like the day and every bit as crisp as the incoming season ought to be, but he paid it little notice until he realized he'd been rubbing his bare arms to keep warm.