bitchprince ([personal profile] bitchprince) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2010-01-25 10:22 am

The Salle, Monday Morning

Arthur wasn't strictly speaking in the right shape to really cut loose. He'd settled, grudgingly, for a lighter staff instead of his sword to train with. Even so, he was likely overextending some of his muscles.

He didn't like the limitations that came with being wounded.

He still had a few claw scratches on his face, but he'd been assured they would heal well enough and without scarring (which was a good thing, because he wasn't yet of the age where he could manage his father's dignified facial scars). Modern medicine or whatever it was they'd given him meant he wasn't going to wind up bleeding or anything.

So it was going to have to be enough. He twirled the staff through the air and started a simple form.

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[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2010-01-26 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
...because they'd met him?

"Oh, trust me, I'd never do that."

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2010-01-26 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Wonderful," Merlin snapped. "I'm sure it'll all heal soon."

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2010-01-26 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not upset." Yes he was. Ohhh, yes he was. "Why on earth would I be upset? You've got the situation completely in hand, eh?"

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2010-01-26 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Merlin threw his hands up in the air again. "Talk to me when you got your head out of your arse."

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2010-01-26 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe due to a combination of blood loss and lack of sleep?

"You have more than just a few small scratches," Merlin countered. "And you worked yourself to exhaustion after that."
Edited 2010-01-26 06:04 (UTC)

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2010-01-26 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Merlin stared. "...yes. How horrible of you for being human."