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Tweak says, "I do it all for you, Mulder!"

Arthur Pendragon (a_royal_prat) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-04-17 17:50:00

Entry tags:

arthur pendragon, uther pendragon, ygraine pendragon

Who: Arthur & Ygraine (maybe Uther?)
What: epic cuddles are needed
When: sunday afternoon-ish
Where: Uther & Ygraine's apt.
Rating: low

Arthur's low cry was a mix of distress and relief when he tore open Morgana's door. For a moment he was too stunned she was there to move. He gaped at her, tears pricking the corner of his eyes until he couldn't hold them or himself back and he threw himself at her blindly. His arms coiled around her waist as he buried his dampened face in her shirt. Arthur shuddered, gripping her as tightly as he could. Who knew when she would be taken away from him again?

"Iloveyou. I'msorry," he blurted out, voice muffled and strained.

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diedforcamelot
2011-04-17 10:39 pm UTC (link)

She laughed softly as a force hit her stomach, her arms wrapping around the small form quickly. She felt so privileged to be able to see her son as a boy as well as a man. She could now see his face, imagine him easily as a youth and it made her want to smile and laugh at the same time. At his apology she knelt down, brushing a thumb over his soft cheek.

"You do not need to apologise, Arthur. And I love you too."

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camelot_king
2011-04-17 11:18 pm UTC (link)

Uther stepped out from the bedroom, where he'd been changing out of his work clothes and into a clean pair of trousers and a jumper, just in time to see the tiny, fair-haired body of his son barrel straight into Ygraine's arms. He couldn't help the nostalgic smile that danced briefly in the corners of his mouth. Arthur was just as Uther remembered him, skinny, but with strong, wirey muscles and a mop of golden hair. Still small but teetering on the edge of the growth spurt. He was dressed in a way that Uther didn't recognise, but it was still very clearly his son, in a way Uther hadn't seen him for years.

Something swelled affectionately in Uther's chest, and he moved softly over to squat down beside Ygraine. "Arthur?" Uther passed a hand gently over the little boys head, ruffling the soft strands before reaching for a tissue. Arthur's eyes were bright and his nose was pink and running.

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a_royal_prat
2011-04-17 11:37 pm UTC (link)

"I'm sorry!" he cried again, hiccupping sobs as he ducked his head. He wasn't brave enough to face possible disapproval. Yet it was a firm and steady hand that swept through his hair, not a soft and patient one. He whimpered, caught between another upswell of tears and the desire to mold into his mother and father and not pretend he was all right with this. "I didn't know," he whispered and leaned into his mother's touch.

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diedforcamelot
2011-04-18 05:00 pm UTC (link)

Ygraine was slightly grateful for her husband's presence beside her, but kept all her attention on the upset child in her arms. His cast down eyes only made her reach out to tilt his chin before, after he spoke, she reached out to press her lips against the soft skin of his cheek. She did not care about the wetness from the tears there, how could she?

"It is all right, Arthur. It's all right."

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camelot_king
2011-04-18 08:55 pm UTC (link)

Uther waited for a moment, then passed Ygraine the tissue so she could wipe Arthur's face. "Why don't you get Arthur settled?" he told his wife, nodding authoratively towards the sofa. "I'll get him something to drink."

Never let it be said that babysitting Gail and so on didn't have it's advantages. Uther placed a hand on Arthur's skinny little shoulder for a second, marveling at how small the boy was. Then Uther eased himself back onto his feet and headed for the kitchen, spilling some milk into a pan and putting it over the heat to warm. There was the murmur of conversation from the main room, and although Uther couldn't make out the words, the sound was strangely comforting.

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	a_royal_prat 2011-04-21 04:29 am UTC (link)
	Arthur watched his father go with a pathetic kind of desperation born from absolute fear of doing something wrong and driving away his mother from him. He clung to her side, resting his head against her arm and then peeked up at her, overwhelmed and scared. "Don't leave again?" (Reply to this) (Parent)