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this is such an ideal song for this fic
I have been writing this stupid thing for so long I am losing all perspective. My own plot is swallowing me whole.
Which means: random disconnected snippet time!
(Which means: VALIDATE ME.)
In which dragons & ghosts & prejudices are confronted, Merlin wears a hat (twice) and a dress (once), Arthur breaks some crockery (lots), there are more pranks than pillowfights but at least one of each, and many secrets are revealed.
(That's my teaser trailer. I like it. It makes it seem like I know exactly what's going on when in fact I am just sitting here and bemusedly watching the dialogue appear.)
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"Delightful food, and such elegant trimmings, and of course the other decorations are difficult to fault as well," and she -- was she -- she was actually stroking Merlin's arm. Arthur felt his own mouth give a helpless twitch, and Merlin's scowl became something between a glare and a pleading look, but the lady -- E, her name started with E, Ester, Emily, Emilia, that was it -- seemed to take Arthur's expression as some kind of encouragement, because she went on: "Your highness's manservant has been most attentive, and I hope you won't mind if I continue to monopolise his services. Such an obliging and handsome young man," she purred, looking at Merlin with a predatory expression that seemed to completely overlook the way he was practically vibrating with the desire to escape.
Arthur schooled his face into polite interest again and had time to take two steadying breaths before he realised that, oh holy buggering god, she was asking his permission.
"Er," he said helpfully.
"Yes?" Her hand was doing the stroking thing again.
Arthur allowed himself one long, wonderful moment in which he pretended to consider the request and Merlin made horrified NO NO NO motions, and then he gave his most charmingly apologetic smile.
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"I don't suppose you're going to tell me that you have a remedy to cure all ills, are you?" Arthur demanded.
The boy blinked. "Um, no?"
"No, sire," said the steward reprovingly.
"No, sire." Ugh. Peasants. Did they train them in that expression of scruffy insouciance, in those tiny villages? "I'm here to request protection, sire. For my village."
"Protection against thieving murderous bandits, I suppose?" was Arthur's next guess. Well, if his life had decided to start repeating itself...
"No," the boy said, looking at Arthur as if he were slightly mad. He was just like Merlin, really, Arthur reflected with irritation. "Against the screaming ghost."
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"Surrender," Arthur ordered.
Merlin gave another furious, futile wriggle and managed to gasp, "Fine, yes, all right," in between blows. Arthur dropped the pillow onto his head in a final triumphant gesture, and crawled off him.
Merlin groaned and manouevered the pillow beneath his head, almost in the very corner of the bed, far away from Arthur's feet. "Good night, sire," he said reproachfully.
"It is, isn't it?" Arthur agreed, and fell asleep smiling.
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As predicted, the wordcount has passed 10K and while I HAVE written the final paragraph and a few random scenes in between, most of the actual action of the fic has yet to take place.
HELP.
Which means: random disconnected snippet time!
(Which means: VALIDATE ME.)
In which dragons & ghosts & prejudices are confronted, Merlin wears a hat (twice) and a dress (once), Arthur breaks some crockery (lots), there are more pranks than pillowfights but at least one of each, and many secrets are revealed.
(That's my teaser trailer. I like it. It makes it seem like I know exactly what's going on when in fact I am just sitting here and bemusedly watching the dialogue appear.)
--
"Delightful food, and such elegant trimmings, and of course the other decorations are difficult to fault as well," and she -- was she -- she was actually stroking Merlin's arm. Arthur felt his own mouth give a helpless twitch, and Merlin's scowl became something between a glare and a pleading look, but the lady -- E, her name started with E, Ester, Emily, Emilia, that was it -- seemed to take Arthur's expression as some kind of encouragement, because she went on: "Your highness's manservant has been most attentive, and I hope you won't mind if I continue to monopolise his services. Such an obliging and handsome young man," she purred, looking at Merlin with a predatory expression that seemed to completely overlook the way he was practically vibrating with the desire to escape.
Arthur schooled his face into polite interest again and had time to take two steadying breaths before he realised that, oh holy buggering god, she was asking his permission.
"Er," he said helpfully.
"Yes?" Her hand was doing the stroking thing again.
Arthur allowed himself one long, wonderful moment in which he pretended to consider the request and Merlin made horrified NO NO NO motions, and then he gave his most charmingly apologetic smile.
---
"I don't suppose you're going to tell me that you have a remedy to cure all ills, are you?" Arthur demanded.
The boy blinked. "Um, no?"
"No, sire," said the steward reprovingly.
"No, sire." Ugh. Peasants. Did they train them in that expression of scruffy insouciance, in those tiny villages? "I'm here to request protection, sire. For my village."
"Protection against thieving murderous bandits, I suppose?" was Arthur's next guess. Well, if his life had decided to start repeating itself...
"No," the boy said, looking at Arthur as if he were slightly mad. He was just like Merlin, really, Arthur reflected with irritation. "Against the screaming ghost."
---
"Surrender," Arthur ordered.
Merlin gave another furious, futile wriggle and managed to gasp, "Fine, yes, all right," in between blows. Arthur dropped the pillow onto his head in a final triumphant gesture, and crawled off him.
Merlin groaned and manouevered the pillow beneath his head, almost in the very corner of the bed, far away from Arthur's feet. "Good night, sire," he said reproachfully.
"It is, isn't it?" Arthur agreed, and fell asleep smiling.
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As predicted, the wordcount has passed 10K and while I HAVE written the final paragraph and a few random scenes in between, most of the actual action of the fic has yet to take place.
HELP.
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You are officially, er. Awesome?
How's the plot coming along? :D (NOBODY WILL CARE ANYWAY SO THERE'S THAT)
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I know how the plot goes in the broad scheme of things, I just have a whole lot of alarmingly vague dot points like 'making potion' or 'Arthur kills dragon??' or, optimistically, 'sexing!'.
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NONETHELESS. This fic will be epic and awesome - and fandom definitely wants epic, rite? See also: awesome.
lolsexing