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.

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[royalpratness]

"You can drop by anytime if you want." Arthur smiles at him.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin grins, raising an eyebrow. "You're not going to start bootycalling me, are you?"

[royalpratness]

"Would you come?" No pun intended. Arthur grins around the rim of his tea cup.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin snorts and laughs. "Maybe. You going to send me pictures of your royal scepter?"

[royalpratness]

"If you ask me nicely." Arthur folds his newspaper.

[ayoungboy]

"Please, sire?" Merlin grins.

[royalpratness]

"Okay then." Arthur grins back. "Didn't you have somewhere to be?" He himself needs to hurry up to get showered and dressed.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin raises his hand to wave goodbye and pops out of existence.

[royalpratness]

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