one little change at a time

[edhwierfan]

[Since Merlin revealed his magic, Arthur's been somewhat at a loss. They carry on with their usual antics, Arthur making a mess for Merlin wherever he goes, Merlin cleaning up after him (poorly). Occasionally, they'll share a silent look when the topic of sorcery comes up, but other than that...nothing seems to have changed.

At least, until now.

The sorcerer they'd caught earlier in the day had been carrying a charm, a pendant of some sort that Arthur had had to pry away from him. Luckily, his soldiers had not noticed anything amiss by the time they'd arrived, and Arthur had been able to pocket the trinket on a whim. The stone and chain had felt like a brand, a heavy weight in his pocket as he'd reported to his father and left all mentions of it out.

Now, as he's waiting for Merlin to bring his supper, Arthur twirls his dagger in his hand to lift the mood that's fallen over him.]

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[bravelyspoken]

[ Merlin bustles in, slightly late and harried and trying to balance things and kick open the door at the same time. ]

Sorry, sorry, Gaius needed a hand with something and then I -- lost track of time --

[ He sets down the plate in front of Arthur, juggles the wine and goblet and sets them down carefully before filling it. ]

What's wrong?

[ His eyes dart between Arthur and the goblet as he fills it, setting it down carefully afterward and vaguely rubbing his hands on his trousers. Is Arthur angry he's late? How late is he? Not that late, surely, it can't be... ]