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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[obliviousears.livejournal.com]

Artie blinked up at him in confusion. "Doncha wanna teach me swords today?"

Look at those big, hopeful, evil eyes.

[bitchprince]

"...If I'm not your father," Arthur started, paused, stared at the child, and continued on bravely, "...How do you know me?"

[obliviousears.livejournal.com]

"You're my unca," Artie repeated. "'m Artie an' you promised."

[bitchprince]

"I'm," Arthur repeated, for good measure, "Your uncle."

He just wanted a confirm, really.

[obliviousears.livejournal.com]

Artie nodded enthusiastically. He did most things that way. "Have you seen my mom? She promised me cookies if I got dressed wi'-without making a fort int he cupboard."

...he only made a small one.

[bitchprince]

"...Is your mother's name Morgana, by any chance?" Arthur tried. He had been calling Arthur Uncle. It was always possible.

[obliviousears.livejournal.com]

Artie giggled and shook his head, smearing more cake on Arthur's trousers. "Her name is Franciiiiiiinnnneeeee."

It was a silly name.

[bitchprince]

Well. Bugger.

He also now had cake on his trousers. So he scrambled to push the little kid gently away, towards a distance. "Artie," he started, rather calmly, "Don't do that."

[obliviousears.livejournal.com]

"Can we play swords now?"

[bitchprince]

"First, I'd like you to sit down," Arthur said. Francine.

Francine's child was calling him Uncle.

[obliviousears.livejournal.com]

Artie sat down on the ground, peering up at him expectantly. He was like an over-excited puppy that way.

[bitchprince]

"Right," Arthur said. He had a feeling he was going to be saying that a lot. "And who's your father?"

[obliviousears.livejournal.com]

"Father's Meeeeerlin." HE SAID IT LIKE UNCA.

[bitchprince]

"Is he, now," Arthur said.

It came out flatter than he was going for.

[obliviousears.livejournal.com]

Artie nodded again. OH THE ENTHUSIASM. "An' you're my unca."

[bitchprince]

"I think we've established that," Arthur said, a little helplessly. "We'll find your parents in a short spell."

[obliviousears.livejournal.com]

"Okay!" A beat. "May I have more cake?"

[bitchprince]

"No," Arthur said, staring at the child. "You'll have an apple." What?