Arthur Pendragon (thefuture_king) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-05-10 19:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | arthur pendragon, merlin |
Who: Arthur and Merlin
What: The most massive headache in the history of everything
When: Sometime yesterday
Where: Apartment complex
Rating: Low-ish
Status: Incomplete
The sensation wasn't a new one. The throbbing that engulfed his head and beat in odd synchronicity with his heart was as familiar as a glove on his hand, long since forgotten. He hadn't allowed himself to get to this point since being in Camelot, and even longer there, but he'd felt this awful before and at that moment he didn't care if it was a pill, potion or spell that removed it and the dead animal sensation from his mouth.
Merlin had magic. Magic meant spells. Spells could do practically anything as far as Arthur knew. No doubt Merlin was throwing a panicked fit over the idea and Arthur supposed it was his fault for never quite telling him about Wyatt and his foot, that probably was something that should have been said. He had meant to get around to it. Truthfully it had slipped his mind in the same neat and tidy way he'd locked away thoughts of the menacing atmosphere of the town. He knew he'd been lucky during the last bout of strange happenings, in comparison to others, his relationships with those around him weren't entirely as disastrously wrong as others.
And his father had loved him, for a change, and made a point of telling him so.
He also had a mother.
Some things were best left un-dwelled upon, especially when one's mind felt perfectly ready to shut down and ooze from every available hole in his head.
Arthur moaned in self-pitying manner that even embarrassed him and he slung his pillow over his face to block out the sunshine.