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back to Sydney
This one looks like my kind of meme:
Comment with a story I've written, and I will tell you one thing I knew, learned, or wondered about while writing the story that didn't make it onto the page.
You guys go to town on that, it'll give me something relaxing to do once I've unpacked a car full (and half a boxroom full) of my crap, and somehow reconstructed my Sydney life from the boxes.
Don't feel like you have to avoid picking a fic that someone else has already named; I can do multiple things! And -- especially where my Merlin fics are concerned -- it would probably be helpful.
Comment with a story I've written, and I will tell you one thing I knew, learned, or wondered about while writing the story that didn't make it onto the page.
You guys go to town on that, it'll give me something relaxing to do once I've unpacked a car full (and half a boxroom full) of my crap, and somehow reconstructed my Sydney life from the boxes.
Don't feel like you have to avoid picking a fic that someone else has already named; I can do multiple things! And -- especially where my Merlin fics are concerned -- it would probably be helpful.
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As well as grain storage and trade, I know that Merlin can also carry on competent conversations about botany, carpentry, the political history of Albion between the years 1200-1250, and -- embarrassingly -- knitting. This is due to, respectively, Gaius, Will's father, a book he got his hands on when a travelling salesman came to Ealdor, and an old lady who used to look after him when his mother was sick or busy.
Once Arthur finds out about this (and once he stops laughing about the knitting thing) he begins to encourage Merlin to read more books on obscure subjects, so that Merlin can have all the boring conversations for him.
In revenge, Merlin knits him an extremely ugly scarf and pointedly tells Morgana about it; she thinks that this is the sweetest thing she's ever heard of and before Arthur can 'lose' it, she corners him and insists that he wear it all winter to be polite.