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concoursec2012-01-18 12:49 am
getsthecredit) wrote in concoursec2012-01-18 12:49 am
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Character(s): Arthur and Merlin
Location: Arthur's dorm
Rating: PG13 at most.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed.
Summary: After Gwen's unexpected arrival, Arthur needs a bit of guidance. Or at the least, someone to vent hisfeelings troubles to.
Arthur had already been searching for Merlin before running across Gwen in the lobby, but now he had much more on his mind than his servant's apparent lack of ability to be anywhere that Arthur tried to find him. He eventually wound up back at his dorm, and rather than continue searching or go back to Gwen, he stayed there and sat pensively at his desk. Surely someone would help her. Hopefully not someone too magical.
Now alone with his thoughts, he still could hardly believe it. Gwen, here in Balamb... he'd entertained the occasional heroic fantasy of finding a way back to Camelot, but not her coming here. And certainly not from so far in the past. But that was the reality of it.
And he had no idea what to do.
This sort of uncertainty always left him with a bad taste in his mouth. He hated the taste of self-doubt, working its way through his gut like acid, a repeat of his pining after her during her exile and a small sample of the crippling feeling he'd been left with after losing Camelot to Agravaine and Morgana.
But this was foolish, surely. This was a simple matter: tell her the truth. Of her future. Surely she'd have to accept it. After all, it had already happened, for him. It was fate.
But he couldn't be certain of that, and that was the root of the problem. He was afraid of what could happen if he said the wrong thing, botched things between them again, maybe for good this time. If he told her all that had happened to her in the gap between their timelines, could she really accept any of it? Did he even want to try, knowing the pain it would cause?
Whenever Merlin arrives, Arthur's too lost in thought to notice, staring hard at some random point on the wall.
Location: Arthur's dorm
Rating: PG13 at most.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed.
Summary: After Gwen's unexpected arrival, Arthur needs a bit of guidance. Or at the least, someone to vent his
Arthur had already been searching for Merlin before running across Gwen in the lobby, but now he had much more on his mind than his servant's apparent lack of ability to be anywhere that Arthur tried to find him. He eventually wound up back at his dorm, and rather than continue searching or go back to Gwen, he stayed there and sat pensively at his desk. Surely someone would help her. Hopefully not someone too magical.
Now alone with his thoughts, he still could hardly believe it. Gwen, here in Balamb... he'd entertained the occasional heroic fantasy of finding a way back to Camelot, but not her coming here. And certainly not from so far in the past. But that was the reality of it.
And he had no idea what to do.
This sort of uncertainty always left him with a bad taste in his mouth. He hated the taste of self-doubt, working its way through his gut like acid, a repeat of his pining after her during her exile and a small sample of the crippling feeling he'd been left with after losing Camelot to Agravaine and Morgana.
But this was foolish, surely. This was a simple matter: tell her the truth. Of her future. Surely she'd have to accept it. After all, it had already happened, for him. It was fate.
But he couldn't be certain of that, and that was the root of the problem. He was afraid of what could happen if he said the wrong thing, botched things between them again, maybe for good this time. If he told her all that had happened to her in the gap between their timelines, could she really accept any of it? Did he even want to try, knowing the pain it would cause?
Whenever Merlin arrives, Arthur's too lost in thought to notice, staring hard at some random point on the wall.