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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[bitchprince]

"Dinner," Arthur repeated. By dinner time, he might have actually processed all of this. "Dinner would be a good time," he finished, "I'll make sure everyone else's cleared out of the room by then."

Meaning Alice.

And, oh god, would there be Spawn of Leto in his room?

[newlances.livejournal.com]

"See you at dinner, Dad," Gawain said, shooting his punitive siblings one last lordly look. "Hopefully without them."

Amazing how much he sounded like his grandfather just then.

[bitchprince]

... It was really frightening how much Gawain reminded him of Uther there, yes.

"See you at dinner," he echoed, and tried not to sound as shell-shocked as he felt.