The Barn, Thursday Morning

[bigdamndestiny]

With the puppy still in the process of learning not to piddle indoors, Merlin found himself down in the barn all night to keep her company rather than clean up in the morning. It was actually rather warm even in the cool of the night. All the horses, after all.

And a puppy that decided to sleep curled up on his back.

"Brynne, you're going to make me unable to walk if you do that again," Merlin grumbled, giving her an annoyed look.

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[bitchprince]

"You go first," he muttered, brushing his fingers over his eyes. "I need to-- undo whatever damage you've done to Brynmor."

It was quite possibly his worst attempt at insulting Merlin ever.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Right." That would be when you move, Merlin.

He took a step back after grasping Arthur's arm one last time. "Later."

[bitchprince]

"Go on, then."

That was easy, at least.

His hand went up to touch his neck at the-- miserable bastard, some part of him thought, fondly --marks.

Good thing he wore a lot of high collars.