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fadagaskiI caved, and went grocery shopping. Naturally, this involved buying an indecent amount of chocolate and a bottle of ready-made Marguerita. Which I am drinking now. SHUT UP IT IS NOT TOO EARLY.
I was gonna go to the beach, with a guy too! But it's very cold and windy, and he's stuck somewhere on the M1, so I am happy to put it off until another day.
Here, have a Merlin fic extract:
Arthur opens his eyes to a castle wall not unlike his own, though decidedly not the same as this one is moving. He's not worried, however. It's clearly all Merlin's fault.
After rolling his neck and stretching the kinks from his shoulders, Arthur glances around him. It's a very fine castle. He doesn't recognise the style of the arches or the windows, though both look exceedingly worn-in by people and time. There are curious tapestries hanging from the wall, and Arthur inspects them as he moves past. Fantastical beasts look back at him, unicorns and dragons and gryffons, and some even he doesn't recognise (and hasn't battled at some point). Then Arthur realises that the beasts really are looking at him. In fact, they're following him, monsters and demons tripping over themselves and each other to chase him along the wall, hopping and leaping from one draped tapestry to another.
This is clearly Merlin's fault also.
"Arthur! Arthur, can you hear me?" Arthur freezes, straining his ears.
"Hello?" he calls, wary, because this is obviously an enchanted castle and Arthur's been around magic enough to observe a little caution.
"Up here! Top right!" Arthur immediately peers up into the shadowy corner of the wall in front of him. "No, not there! On the tapestry, you prat!"
"Merlin?" Arthur stares hard, eyes flicking between woven trees fluttering in an invisible breeze, until he spots the tiny figure waving at him from the top right. He moves closer, until he is eye level with the woven likeness of Merlin, who is two inches tall and wearing robes of all things. "What the devil is going on here?" Arthur asks. He tries not to feel foolish.
"Arthur. Now. Don't panic, but there's something I need to tell you."
"Yes you do! Where am I? What's going on? And why are you stuck in a tapestry?" He glances at the roaming herd of unicorn to the left, and the dragon circling a cloud in the sky. "A moving, living tapestry. Merlin, if I find out –"
"Arthur, shut up! Just – look down." Arthur blinks, and obeys without thought. He's about to berate both himself and Merlin for that when he registers what he's seeing. Namely, the floor, about four feet below his feet – which are translucent.
"Merlin," he whispers, and he's too stunned to feel shame over the amount of fear that laces his voice.
"It's alright, Arthur. I'm here," says the little Merlin figure. Arthur finds it cold comfort.
I was gonna go to the beach, with a guy too! But it's very cold and windy, and he's stuck somewhere on the M1, so I am happy to put it off until another day.
Here, have a Merlin fic extract:
Arthur opens his eyes to a castle wall not unlike his own, though decidedly not the same as this one is moving. He's not worried, however. It's clearly all Merlin's fault.
After rolling his neck and stretching the kinks from his shoulders, Arthur glances around him. It's a very fine castle. He doesn't recognise the style of the arches or the windows, though both look exceedingly worn-in by people and time. There are curious tapestries hanging from the wall, and Arthur inspects them as he moves past. Fantastical beasts look back at him, unicorns and dragons and gryffons, and some even he doesn't recognise (and hasn't battled at some point). Then Arthur realises that the beasts really are looking at him. In fact, they're following him, monsters and demons tripping over themselves and each other to chase him along the wall, hopping and leaping from one draped tapestry to another.
This is clearly Merlin's fault also.
"Arthur! Arthur, can you hear me?" Arthur freezes, straining his ears.
"Hello?" he calls, wary, because this is obviously an enchanted castle and Arthur's been around magic enough to observe a little caution.
"Up here! Top right!" Arthur immediately peers up into the shadowy corner of the wall in front of him. "No, not there! On the tapestry, you prat!"
"Merlin?" Arthur stares hard, eyes flicking between woven trees fluttering in an invisible breeze, until he spots the tiny figure waving at him from the top right. He moves closer, until he is eye level with the woven likeness of Merlin, who is two inches tall and wearing robes of all things. "What the devil is going on here?" Arthur asks. He tries not to feel foolish.
"Arthur. Now. Don't panic, but there's something I need to tell you."
"Yes you do! Where am I? What's going on? And why are you stuck in a tapestry?" He glances at the roaming herd of unicorn to the left, and the dragon circling a cloud in the sky. "A moving, living tapestry. Merlin, if I find out –"
"Arthur, shut up! Just – look down." Arthur blinks, and obeys without thought. He's about to berate both himself and Merlin for that when he registers what he's seeing. Namely, the floor, about four feet below his feet – which are translucent.
"Merlin," he whispers, and he's too stunned to feel shame over the amount of fear that laces his voice.
"It's alright, Arthur. I'm here," says the little Merlin figure. Arthur finds it cold comfort.
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Date: 2009-03-23 04:06 pm (UTC)He's not worried, however. It's clearly all Merlin's fault.
Ahaha, I agree. It's always Merlin's fault. :D
OMG, I WANT MORE OF THIS. *flails* Merlin in the tapestry and ahah, I can just imagine him talking in this little squeaky voice, and the LIVING TAPESTRY, I love that idea so much. I want to discover what happened, and what's gonna happen, like, right now. *_*
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Date: 2009-03-23 08:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-25 05:10 am (UTC)It's lovely. I love how Merlin's voice is all little and I really want to know what's up and what happens next.