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STARTER CALL         ↪ @servinglies​ ♥

                    He sets a gentle hand on his friend’s shoulder. Perhaps Merlin can fool others with his carefree demeanor but he’s never been able to fool Lancelot and especially not with the blatant set of his jaw or the jaded look in his eye. “------Hey.”

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                    “I’m afraid I’m not a knight of Camelot yet, my lady, though I hope one day I will be,” he says. “------And what festival wouldn’t I want to miss?”

@acquiescit ♥’d for a starter !!!

❝ && how long do you intend to stay in camelot, sir knight ? surely you will stay long enough for the festival. it would be         a shame for one such as you to miss the event. ❞

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super lowkey starter call

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RANDOM STARTER         ↪ ♥♥♥ @fateofthecrown ♥♥♥

                    Judging from the pained exhale of breath & the armor clattering against the ground, Arthur isn’t okay; and, despite his own aggressiveness during training, even Lancelot knows when to yield. Especially to the King. “------Sire?”

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              He would laugh but Lancelot doesn’t want to embarrass               Arthur any more than he already is; though, the corners               of  his lips do quirk up into a small grin.  “I think it’d be a               bit unfair if I’m the only one with my shirt off, if that’s the               case.” 

Marvellous. He’s screwed up already, and he hasn’t had a chance to say what he had planned. He reddens slightly and clears his throat, before speaking.  “I like your shirt. I don’t think you should take it off.” shit.  “I mean, I don’t like your shirt. I think you should take it off…”

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          He  doesn’t  want to say  Arthur           looks a bit guilty all of a sudden           but...

                                   “--Then what’s the matter?” 

“Wait, no. I didn’t do anything!”

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                    “------What did you do this time?”

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“We’ve got a problem.”

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            A  look of surprise crosses his face as the stranger  makes             her way over, uninvited though not necessarily unwelcome.             With  no  formal training (like other noblemen)  Lancelot  is             willing   to  take  any  piece  of  advice  when  it  comes   to             swordplay, even if he’s already been knighted.

            “How  long have you been watching the knights train?”  He             offers  her  a  small,  warm  smile.   “I’m  Lancelot,  by   the             way.”

A small shake of her head, and she walks closer to the man, a line of concentration now visible between her brows.

“No, but really, this’ll give your opponent an advantage in a fight. Your legs should be a little further apart, and hold your sword loosely; stop bunching these muscles. You’ll only get an injury that way!”

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“ you ran in the other direction when you saw me coming the other day. ”

crazy, stupid, love @quondamxfuturus

            He would be lying if he denied the accusation but Lancelot             backs  away  before Arthur (who has a tendency  to  make             others  feel cornered with no regard for personal space  or             boundaries)  can trap him into the alcove.  “Well,”  he says.             “There  is  a  perfectly  good,  reasonable  explanation  for             that…”

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"Well. You've /definitely/ looked better." [this is no meme this is just arthur trying to be like the cool guys]

@quondamxfuturus

     It’s only Arthur… 

              Lancelot knows he can trust the King  (for the most part)               but he’s also NOT IN THE MOOD to discuss the incident.               “Thanks,”  he  says.  “I’ll  take  that  as  a  compliment– I               think.” 

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Jouska (acquiescit)

                                                                                a drabble from me to you !!! || @acquiescit​                                                                                                            no longer accepting !!!

                                                          I have magic. 

               really, it was only three words, it shouldn’t have been that hard. he wasn’t lying, he wasn’t standing out in front of the council to tell Uther he was plotting the downfall of Camelot. all this was really, was letting a friend know him better. && god did merlin want lance to know him better. he yearns for lance to him know, all of him, && to accept it. he can see the time they’d spend, merlin using magic to bring a smile to lance’s face. 

              he could wait until they go on patrol, all the knights on their steeds riding ahead while merlin stays back with lance. fires must be made, of course, && while the knights went off to do whatever they needed to do in the woods, merlin could light the fire with a word on his tongue && lance would know it all. it would be as simple as snapping his fingers. 

               or would it be in the sanctuary of their chambers? when the night stoops low over the city and the people sleep, merlin and lance would sit across from one another, like they do so many nights before. this little time to themselves will be no different from every other night except it’ll mean everything. he’ll look lance in the eye && without another moment’s thought, he’ll say those three words that catch in the back of his throat. 

                                                                         I have magic. 

                really, it shouldn’t have been so hard. except it was, && merlin knows exactly why. this was the kind of information that could make a person throw him aside in a moment of disgust, or hold him up to the sun as if he were sent by the heaven’s itself. && it wouldn’t matter, not really, merlin doesn’t care what people think of him, but this is lance, && it means everything to him now. 

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            Neither could he. Lancelot doubts he’d get much rest in the             first  place,  knowing  their friend has  gone  missing--  Time             spent talking could be better spent searching.  “We  haven’t             checked beyond the Darkling Woods yet...” 

“We can still search in low light. And until we find Elyan, I’m not sure I can rest.”

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                    “------I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” 

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“You know, you’re quite good with the sword, but your stance is all… OFF.”

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@sorcereriisms ❤

               The man acts as if they’ve known one another for years                 (all  easy  smiles and stolen glances)  or,  perhaps,  that                just happens to be his personality;  but Lancelot already                feels  comfortable in his presence--  Even if they’ve  only                spoken very briefly in the past. 

                                                                                     “------Hey.”

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@kcnungurus ❤

                His sword is pointed downwards, just barely touching ��               the    King’s   chest;    and,   even   though   it’s   only                 training,  Lancelot makes no move to ease up on the                 offense.

                                                         “------Do you submit, sire?”

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            Even as Lancelot looks away, his friend’s physique isn’t as             much  of  a blur as is it ingrained into his memory with  the             number of times Merlin has appeared at  random,  always             undressed   and   with   no  proper  explanation   at   hand.             “Merlin--”  He  sighs.  “Why  don’t  you  just  help  yourself?             In  fact,  I’m  giving  you permission to  take  anything  you             want!”

                                                        ♔ ░ ★ — @acquiescit​

 “ —— hey,  mate,  if you could not  ask  questions right now             and just help me find some underwear, that would be             great, ” he says  quickly,  trying  to  keep  Lance from              asking too  many  questions and figuring out  what is             really happening.  honestly,  time travel is a little hard             to explain ( especially when you’re buck-naked. ) 

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                    “I didn’t say that,  Merlin--  I’m worried just as                     much as you but we won’t be able to find him                     at all if we don’t rest for the night.” 

“You don’t think we can find him… Do you?”