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]

"He started it!" He so totally didn't. Gawain glared at Mum, but no hope there, so then he turned back to Arawn, grudgingly. "Sorry I teased you. I'm sure you'll be a very good prince." Snort. At Mum's warning look, he said more conciliatingly, "And that's a very good trick, with the furniture."

He pouted. Mum said he wouldn't get his telekinesis 'til he was twelve, or sixteen maybe. And this baby already had it. No fairs.

[destinybitch.livejournal.com]

"It's not a trick," Arawn shouted again, stomping over to kick him in the shin.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Gawain dodged the kick, and Dinah hastily said, "Hey hey hey! Okay, he's not calming down, Gawain. And you're not hitting him back, mister. So we're going to leave." This was kind of starting to freak her out a little. Plus little blond kid might not listen to her at all if she told him to cut it out. The fact that Gawain listened was just... weird. "Please don't try to kick him again," she did ask Arawn.

[destinybitch.livejournal.com]

"He--" Arawn pointed before drawing himself up to his full height. Still wee. "--is not worth the time of a prince."

Especially one that was about to go run and cry to his Father.

[newlances.livejournal.com]

Gawain snorted again, about to let loose with another insult, before glancing at his mom, and scowling. "Same goes to you. Mom, he's using bad words. And he doesn't even know what they mean, he's getting them all wrong!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

If it weren't for the hint of wibble, Arawn would look a lot like his dad there.

"That's it, we're out of here," Dinah told Gawain. "And no ice cream for you. You let Arawn's dad worry about his language. Come on."