The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was just a morning like any other, which meant that Arthur was in the salle, going through his forms. He was not particularly looking forward to certain students today, but he wasn't about to let that put him off. So forms, and drills, and work that maybe actually put a strain on his muscles, today.

The recent lack of invasions didn't mean he got to slack.

As per usual, he occasionally threw a look at Merlin across the salle whenever he finished a drill.

[[ open, but on SP today, as I can has new job ]]

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[bitchprince]

"...Talked about what?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

So very awkward. "...things."

[bitchprince]

"Well." Arthur glanced at him. "That's very thorough."

He'd just like to go sit somewhere in a corner until this made sense.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"All of us?" Merlin offered. "It's... complicated."

[bitchprince]

"No doubt," he said, voice a little rough. "I should... get back to my drill. You've... got Francine and I'm hardly going to try and take advantage of you."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I--" Merlin grabbed his arm. "We'll talk. Another time."

[bitchprince]

Arthur had been thinking about getting up, but now he paused, glancing at his arm. I thought that was all. Merlin sticks with his lady, Arthur gets married off to some tart - or worse, Morgana, the end.

"All right," is what he said, and then began to rise.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

His lady who may fancy another lady.

Merlin nodded again, letting him go. "It's... very complicated."

[bitchprince]

"I got that."

Arthur leaned down to snag his practice sword.