ayoungboy | Spellbound

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

"Hey! That's cheating." Arthur complains, frowning down at him while considering his options. "Don't you have anywhere to be? I thought you're so important."

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ayoungboy

Merlin finally cracks an eye open, frowning at Arthur. "Mmph. Tired."

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royalpratness

"Yes, I gathered that much, Merlin." Arthur grins down at him in amusement. "I mean, if you want, you're welcome to stay here. I just thought that you'd be needed elsewhere." He gestures towards his own room. "I saved some breakfast for you."

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ayoungboy

Merlin sighs and nods, dragging his head up from the bed. "No...you're right, I probably am. I should...go."

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royalpratness

"I'm glad to see that you slept well." Merlin had obviously needed a good night's rest. "Have some breakfast first though. Oh and don't forget the phone." The reason he came by in the first place.

From:

ayoungboy

"Arthur, you've provided me with enough." Merlin shakes his head, hair mussed from sleep. "Thank you."

From:

royalpratness

"Sorry Merlin, but an overnight stay in the royal antechambers comes with mandatory breakfast. No protest allowed I'm afraid."

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ayoungboy

The warlock sighs, smiling despite himself. "I...thanks, your Highness."

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royalpratness

"Come on then, Merlin. Breakfast." He tosses a fluffy bath robe at him, gesturing to follow.

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ayoungboy

Merlin laughs and gently sets aside the robe, sliding out of the bed. He doesn't need it, Arthur's already let him borrow clothes, why dirty anything else? Just more work for his launderers.

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royalpratness

Arthur has already left the room, preparing some tea for both of them. "How's your head?"

From:

ayoungboy

"It was fine last night, it's fine now." Merlin teases, carefully moving in to sit. "No, but really, thank you for letting me sleep here."

From:

royalpratness

"Stop thanking me. I've told you, it's fine." Arthur hands him a freshly brewed cup of tea, along with his new mobile phone. "Do you know how these work?"

From:

ayoungboy

Merlin raises an eyebrow. "I'm aware of how a phone works, yes."

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royalpratness

"It's a smartphone." Arthur shrugs, sipping his tea. "I don't know if you use or need any technology."

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ayoungboy

"Well then, give me the rundown." Merlin props his chin in his hand, dumping an exorbitant amount of sugar in his. "Not really. I mean, I just don't have any, and the council isn't that tech savvy."

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royalpratness

"That's what I thought. You don't really need computers if you got magic." Arthur moves his chair next to Merlin's, explaining the most important functions of the phone to him.

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ayoungboy

"They just don't like them. I mean, our records would be a lot better if they were digitalized, but..."

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royalpratness

"They are a bit old fashioned, huh?" Arthur grins, pushing some toast towards Merlin.

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ayoungboy

"Yes. And they all look up to me like I know everything." This was said, not to brag, but with a rather bewildered tone.

From:

royalpratness

"Why don't you encourage them to use more technology? Could be useful."

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ayoungboy

"It's like they look at me like I'm their legend," Merlin explains, taking a sip of tea. "But they're all thrice my age - some way more than that - and I've been raised to respect their judgement."