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- 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
Merlin doesn't really notice that Arthur is seeking her out. She's simply glad that she sees him more often as the devotion - and she's figured out that it IS that - she feels to him has only grown. She often checks on him without his even knowing and Merlin no longer feels strange about doing it. She finally understands that while Arthur is not her brother and certainly not lover and only just now her friend, when she thinks of him as hers, he need be none of those things. He's her Prince and she's devoted to him, will protect him and be whatever he needs of her simply because...it's what she's supposed to do. She still doesn't know WHY, but she also know it will come to her and there is no use pulling her hair out about it. That's a lesson she's learned many times over.
Instead she focuses on her work and lets her side heal. She tries to remember to eat with varied success and she keeps a careful eye on Morgana when she can. She treats the cold that the King catches and a cough in the Queen and she goes about her life. In the back of her mind, Merlin knows the peace won't last. Any day she knows the raven bearing the scroll from King Lot will come and her life will be thrown into turmoil, but for now...Merlin is happy.
She's come a long way since Camiliard and finally she's starting to view Camelot as a potential home. It's a nice feeling. And so is the horse under her. Merlin never thought she'd think that, but now that she's learned to ride adequately, the freedom of the experience is invigorating and she finds that she's coming to love it. Cobalt is now hers until the day she leaves Camelot and he responds to her amazingly now that they understand one another. Merlin is also grateful to get out of a dress and once more she looks over at Guinevere, IN a dress, and chuckles, earning a grin from the auburn-haired Lady and a tongue sticking out childishly.
Both women laugh and when they reach open plains, they both take off as if an invisible signal has been given, keeping pace with each other. Merlin is glad Guinevere is back as she provides good female company and Guinevere....well, she is glad to be back in her second home....and even more so to see the friendship that has developed so wonderfully in her absence. She'd known those two would be good for each other if they could only overcome their pride. She doesn't miss how the two seem to keep any eye on each other, nor how a few of the Knights watch Arthur AND Merlin. The healer has made herself some friends. Good.
Guinevere smiles as they enter the treeline and then calls over to Arthur. "Your Highness, my brother, what predictions do you make for the hunt today?" It's a game long-standing between them; to see who can guess most accurately what they will catch.
Instead she focuses on her work and lets her side heal. She tries to remember to eat with varied success and she keeps a careful eye on Morgana when she can. She treats the cold that the King catches and a cough in the Queen and she goes about her life. In the back of her mind, Merlin knows the peace won't last. Any day she knows the raven bearing the scroll from King Lot will come and her life will be thrown into turmoil, but for now...Merlin is happy.
She's come a long way since Camiliard and finally she's starting to view Camelot as a potential home. It's a nice feeling. And so is the horse under her. Merlin never thought she'd think that, but now that she's learned to ride adequately, the freedom of the experience is invigorating and she finds that she's coming to love it. Cobalt is now hers until the day she leaves Camelot and he responds to her amazingly now that they understand one another. Merlin is also grateful to get out of a dress and once more she looks over at Guinevere, IN a dress, and chuckles, earning a grin from the auburn-haired Lady and a tongue sticking out childishly.
Both women laugh and when they reach open plains, they both take off as if an invisible signal has been given, keeping pace with each other. Merlin is glad Guinevere is back as she provides good female company and Guinevere....well, she is glad to be back in her second home....and even more so to see the friendship that has developed so wonderfully in her absence. She'd known those two would be good for each other if they could only overcome their pride. She doesn't miss how the two seem to keep any eye on each other, nor how a few of the Knights watch Arthur AND Merlin. The healer has made herself some friends. Good.
Guinevere smiles as they enter the treeline and then calls over to Arthur. "Your Highness, my brother, what predictions do you make for the hunt today?" It's a game long-standing between them; to see who can guess most accurately what they will catch.
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