The Deck, Saturday Late Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Last night had been distinctly odd, but how it ended had taken some of the edge off, at least. If Arthur didn't know better, he'd almost even be able to convince himself the day was going to be sort of all right. Or, at least, not completely insane.

Instead, he was going to take a seat on the deck with a bowl of fruit and some bread for a late breakfast. Uther Pendragon taught great lessons about paranoia.

He was just going to be pleased that at least he hadn't wound up sleeping in the preserve last night.

[[ open, especially to any blonde spawn that might want to assault him ]]

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[newlances.livejournal.com]

Dad hadn't been at his room, or if he was, he wasn't answering the door, so Gawain and Mom had gone looking, after getting Pop-Tarts from the Common Room. Which were not nutritious, but Alfred wasn't here to tch at them, so HA. Wandering outside and chatting with Mom, Gawain spotted their quarry. Finally.

"Dad!" A swagger of impatience ending on a bounce of glee. "You weren't in your room! I need a new sword."

He could see Mom lifting up her camera out of the corner of his eye.

[bitchprince]

Arthur looked up. There was a child. There was a child yelling something about swords and calling him dad.

There was only one sane reaction he could think of.

"...What? Do I know you?"

[newlances.livejournal.com]

"You only think you're funny," Gawain told him, hands on his hips. There was a flash from the camera. "Look, it wasn't my fault. That purple swirly thing took me, took my sword, now I'm here, let's go. No slacking!" He reached out and took a pear out of the bowl. "Mom said we could get ice cream afters."

[bitchprince]

Arthur shielded half of his face for the flash, and then could only stare in affronted bafflement as the child took his food. "What," he repeated, "Who are you? What purple swirly thing? Where's your mother? What?"

Gawain better answer his questions in that order-- "Dinah," he said, as he realised who was standing just there.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Morning, Arthur," Dinah said with really excessive cheerfulness, given her own personal heart attack now eating Arthur's food. "Look who I found at the God of Biscuits place. He needs a new sword, I think he should have one, that vertex thing really wasn't his fault."

Dinah may be practicing Denial by sharing the torment.

[destinybitch.livejournal.com]

Arawn had not been able to locate da, but father was almost painfully easy. He just followed the affronted shouts until he saw blond hair.

"Father, were are we?"

[bitchprince]

"Oh. There's another one."

That part was mostly to himself. He had to manage some resigned exasperation at someone. "You're on Fandom," Arthur said, then paused, and said, "You're sure you're-- mine?" Oh, please, let the answer be no.

[destinybitch.livejournal.com]

That just got him a look that truly named his heritage as Pendragon. "Yes, father."

[bitchprince]

"Terrific," said Arthur.

He took the prerequisite few seconds he'd need to compose himself without-- going off on a fit on the boy. "Sit down. What is your name?"

[destinybitch.livejournal.com]

"Arawn," The boy said with the sort of patience that came from dealing with Da and father on a regular basis. Adults were just stupid.

[newlances.livejournal.com]

Gawain had been talking to Dinah, but was now giving this interloper a stormy look. "And who are you?"

[destinybitch.livejournal.com]

Drawing himself up like he'd seen father do when dealing with emissaries he didn't like, Arawn just looked down his nose at the other boy.

As much as he could, at least.

"I'm Prince Arawn of Camelot."

[newlances.livejournal.com]

Which was interesting, because Gawain had heard about Camelot, but this was the first time he'd met anyone from there. "Reeeeally," he drawled, trying to hide his curiosity. "Gawain Alfred James Lance Pendragon. Of New Gotham." Which was just as good as any old prince, ha. A long pause, then, "Pleased to meet you." He gave Arawn a suspicious look. "So. You're one of Dad's, then."

[destinybitch.livejournal.com]

Was not!

Arawn did not look pleased to meet him at all. "I'm his only."

[obliviousears.livejournal.com]

"UNCA UNCA UNCA!"

Oh god, Artie had somehow found cake.

[bitchprince]

"No," said Arthur.

"What?" said Arthur.

"Are you another one of mine," said Arthur.

[obliviousears.livejournal.com]

Artie just giggled and hugged his leg, getting cake all over the trousers. "Nooooooo."

[bitchprince]

Arthur breathed a sigh that was truly epic in its relieved glory. "Good," he said, "Do you need any help finding your parents...?"

[tinyblondedeath.livejournal.com]

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!" roared the tiny blonde cannonball who came hurtling across the deck toward Arthur.

[bitchprince]

Arthur had about enough time to say, "Oh, god," before the tiny blonde dervish impactedon his general vicinity. "You're one of mine."

No, not a question, no.

[tinyblondedeath.livejournal.com]

Morgana grinned up at him, but even the grin looked like the kind you got from someone who was just about to eat you alive. "Mom always says you're kinda dense, but c'mon!"

[bitchprince]

"I'm not dense," he started, more than ready to get very indignant on that count - until he realised he was rising to the bait of a three-year-old. "And who is your mom?"

It was the question of the day.

[newlances.livejournal.com]

Another one. And a girl. "This is just unacceptable." Gawain gave the new one a look of dislike. "QUIET!"

[tinyblondedeath.livejournal.com]

"YOU CAN'T ORDER ME AROUND," Morgana snapped, stomping her foot at him.

[newlances.livejournal.com]

"I'M THE OLDEST!" And God help everyone if that changed any time soon. "CAN TOO!"