Spellbound

[ayoungboy]

This week has been fucking exhausting. He'd been consuling all week and dealing with a threat over in Norway. Somebody trying to brew mind control potions, again. Why couldn't everybody just get along and stop fussing? He's finally back home, in England, heading up the wizarding council while they go over worldwide news, and he gets an invite - no, it isn't that. It's more of a demand, from King Pendragon.

He's a bit tired, really, and didn't feel like dealing with it. "Not now, thank you. Politely decline, for me?" He told the runner. "Send him some magical candy."

He just wanted to go home and finish his book, thank you. He didn't ask for these powers, but if he took a holiday the world would flip out. People held him in high regard for some reason - he wasn't that wise, or old. He was just a young man trying to do right. Yet somehow the King was demanding his presence.

Comments

ah ~~ we're supposed to get a bit of a heat wave next week as well

[royalpratness]

"I can tell." Arthur teases, reaching over the table to tug on stray strand of Merlin's hair.

I'm just dying

[ayoungboy]

Merlin stares at him uncomprehendingly as he tugs on his hair. Arthur can't seriously expect him to believe the prince would have even given him the time of day if he was looking to actually date someone.

no dying D:

[royalpratness]

"What? Don't look at me like that." Arthur leans back again just when the waiter brings their dessert.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin sighs quietly and shrugs, glancing down at the dessert. "Arthur...we should be going."

[royalpratness]

"Let me finish my ice cream, will you."

[ayoungboy]

Merlin sighs again and toys with his spoon, suddenly a little...put out, I suppose you could say.

[royalpratness]

"What's wrong with you?" They had a perfectly nice conversation before Merlin's sudden mood change. Arthur waves at the waiter to bring the bill.

[ayoungboy]

"I should just be getting back, that's all." Merlin takes bite of his own ice cream and plays idly with his spoon.

[royalpratness]

"Fine, let me just pay quickly." The waiter comes to their table soon after and Arthur pays for their meal, leaving a generous tip. "Okay, all done." He gets up from his chair, putting his jacket and sunglasses back on.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin nods absently, standing up and moving for the door.

[royalpratness]

They walk out of the restaurant and Arthur keeps look out for a deserted alleyway where they can teleport back home to London without being seen. "Are you sure you're okay?"

[ayoungboy]

Merlin sighs and nods. "I'm fine, Arthur, thank you. Thank you for dinner."

[royalpratness]

"You're welcome. We should do this again some time."

[ayoungboy]

"Sure." Merlin smiles softly. "Where did we say again? Norway?"

[royalpratness]

"Norway." Arthur nods, leading Merlin into a deserted street between to large buildings. "Hopefully they don't have any rapist animals there."

[ayoungboy]

"No, I don't believe they do." Merlin snorts and offers Arthur his hand again.

[royalpratness]

"Good." Grinning, Arthur takes Merlin's hand, this time prepared for what's coming.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin closes his eyes and takes them back through, materializing slowly in Arthur's chambers.

[royalpratness]

Slowly, Arthur opens his eyes again, feeling only a little woozy this time. "I wonder if I'll ever get used to this..."

[ayoungboy]

"Don't let go yet," Merlin's hand tightens on Arthur's, a warning. "Maybe. Maybe not. It's...pure natural energy."

[royalpratness]

"Uhm, okay." Arthur keeps holding onto Merlin's hand. "It reminds me of being sea sick."

[ayoungboy]

Merlin's grip finally loosens, and he smiles a little. "It can do that, yes."

[royalpratness]

Arthur clears his throat, looking around awkwardly. "So. This picture is going to show up on the internet sooner or later... are you sure you want me to say you're my secret boyfriend?"

[ayoungboy]

"If you don't mind being publicly attached to average-me, I'm fine covering your arse. I don't have anybody that would care about my picture plastered on bloody tabloids." Merlin laughs, hand still wrapped around Arthur's. He probably wouldn't have anybody either. "The council will know what it's for. They won't tell anybody. Very secretive, that lot."

[royalpratness]

"Okay then. It's an honor to call you my fake-boyfriend." Arthur winks, squeezing Merlin's hand before letting go of it.