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bitchprince) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2009-06-22 12:25 pm
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The Salle, Monday Morning
Not that Arthur would admit it, but yesterday had helped to calm him down from the state of introverted confusion he'd been in since Thursday. He was no longer showing signs of such, or at least nothing that was as easily, visibly sedate.
He was, however, very focused on his own swordwork that morning. He'd asked Merlin tostand guard come with him into the salle, but now that what bothered him worst had gotten out, he was free to focus on his movements to ward off the rest of it. Slowly, carefully, and with full concentration, he lapsed into familiar patterns that were as easy as breathing by now.
[[ open salle, but I'll be SP in bursts until the evening ]]
He was, however, very focused on his own swordwork that morning. He'd asked Merlin to
[[ open salle, but I'll be SP in bursts until the evening ]]

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"Know what?"
She stepped towards Merlin, just the one step before stepping back again. No, she didn't want him thinking she was intending more than just a Talking To. She felt the nothing in her stomach roil.
"Please tell Arthur I didn't want to disturb him. A-and that he went back on his word."
Her father here, her brother here, and now this? Did they know? Maybe she was being paranoid in the wrong direction. Maybe she was just being paranoid, but she didn't feel like she was. She just felt sick. The up, the happiness of seeing her brother, and then this down. She wasn't being rational, fair, or anything like it but she didn't care.
"And that I won't bother him anymore if what I am, if something shared in confidence--" She swallowed.
"Forget it. Forget everything. Just tell him I left."
She turned on her heel before he would see she was crying.
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[sorry, she's being paranoid]
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He stared at the doorway with an incredulous frown on his face. "Now what happened?"
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