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Sir Gwaine ([info]likestheodds) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2011-08-12 22:16:00

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Entry tags:arthur pendragon, gwaine, lancelot, leon, merlin, morgana

Who: Gwaine, Lancelot, Leon and Morgana, Merlin, Arthur
What: Three knights of the round table get roped into taking care of children
When: Today
Where: Starts at Gwaine and Leon's apartment, from there we shall see
Rating/Warnings: Probably low, possible child sass
Status: In progress/closed

Three children didn't sound like a large and unmanageable number. There were, after all, only three of them, and maybe each a bit taller than waist high. The three knights were grown mean, broad shouldered and full of logic and reason to out maneuver any fearsome creature that would dare cross their paths. Unfortunately, the three knights of Camelot had never confronted a creature so fierce, so unpredictable, so manipulative as these three children, innocent seeming in their bright faces blinking at them as to render the men subdued and under their control instantly. The odds were presented as even, but it became quickly apparent everything was in the children's favor.



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[info]future_seer
2011-08-14 05:21 am UTC (link)
It was an impossible task, it was her hair, and while the fate of a kingdom might not rest on it but the fate of his ears certainly. Did from the lecture he would surely get for allowing Morgana's hair get to a state of such tanglement. It all started with mud. Which led to a thoroughly dirty eight year old and lucky-it-hadn't-gotten-knotted-hair. While Morgana could certainly dress herself (a fact that she was very proud of and liked to lord over some spoiled prince who didn't even know how to tie his own shoes), she had much too much hair to handle on her own. Especially, without her arms getting tired and more hair than necessary ending up on the ground from little eight year olds who didn't know how to quit. That was where Gwaine stepped in - gallant as a knight as ever - and offered his services. Morgana - taking one look at his hair - agreed.

Forty minutes later Morgana wasn't so sure that she wasn't better off letting her hair do what it desired. After all, it was just hair. At age eight she straddled the line between indifference over the stuff and letting it be her singular physical vanity.

"Yes." Morgana bit back a sigh and said with more patience than she should have at her age (then again, a child her age shouldn't be attempting to speak with studied patience in the first place - but Gwaine was a special case and the Pendragons gave her a LOT of practice) "I do. It helps to keep my hair out of my face." She explained. Sensibly.

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