- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- I have Thursdays off between two jobs. I am usually available on Wednesdays and Sundays, too. I will usually respond in the evenings, if I can, on the days I work.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Futuristic, Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Modern, Action, Adventure, some High-Fantasy, Lord of the Rings, Pacific Rim, King Arthur, anything Game of Thrones-esque
"Of course I still have your signet ring, you forgetful oaf! You gave it to me! I swear, it's like you can't even-" Merlin had been shouting back at Arthur, but held up a finger mid-sentence, stilling both her own voice and his and then she smiles at her King and speaks softly, all traces of fury gone, not real anyway as she approaches him.
"She's gone. The closest people around are two halls over." she assures him even as her arms come slowly, possessively, lovingly around his neck and her lips brush his chin and then his lips as she sighs into him before pulling back again. She'd needed that. So badly and Merlin's dark blue eyes meet Arthur's earth brown with a smile that is strained with weariness, but genuine nonetheless.
"Oh, I have missed you." she breathes and kisses him again, longer this time, but has too pull back too soon, much sooner than she'd like as her power flares and Merlin pulls back and stills, eyes glowing a faint gold as she listens, watches something Arthur can not.
The Healer's expression darkens even as she continues to stare off into space, knowing where she is, but not yet making eye-contact with Arthur again. "It's Mordred. He's quickened his pace again." Now her eyes flicker, the gold fading once more to mere sparks at the corners of her gaze and she looks back to the blond-haired monarch, reaching up to brush said hair back gently even as she sighs.
"I have been preparing things as I can, but you're going to have to announce his arrival in a day or two, Arthur. It's unavoidable." she warns him gently and then tilts her head, sensing that his mind, while on her words, is elsewhere as well. "Do you feel Ceridron took the bait?"
"She's gone. The closest people around are two halls over." she assures him even as her arms come slowly, possessively, lovingly around his neck and her lips brush his chin and then his lips as she sighs into him before pulling back again. She'd needed that. So badly and Merlin's dark blue eyes meet Arthur's earth brown with a smile that is strained with weariness, but genuine nonetheless.
"Oh, I have missed you." she breathes and kisses him again, longer this time, but has too pull back too soon, much sooner than she'd like as her power flares and Merlin pulls back and stills, eyes glowing a faint gold as she listens, watches something Arthur can not.
The Healer's expression darkens even as she continues to stare off into space, knowing where she is, but not yet making eye-contact with Arthur again. "It's Mordred. He's quickened his pace again." Now her eyes flicker, the gold fading once more to mere sparks at the corners of her gaze and she looks back to the blond-haired monarch, reaching up to brush said hair back gently even as she sighs.
"I have been preparing things as I can, but you're going to have to announce his arrival in a day or two, Arthur. It's unavoidable." she warns him gently and then tilts her head, sensing that his mind, while on her words, is elsewhere as well. "Do you feel Ceridron took the bait?"