Good night my honey wifey 💤😪💤
Thank you for spending this lovely weekend with me🥰
I’m glad you’d already prepared everything for tomorrow
Please don’t worry, everything will be fine, I’ll be with you👩❤️👩
Let’s have a good night’s sleep honey, see you later, I miss you and I love you very very much 🌻❤️💍💍❤️🐼🌈🥨🍕☕🥐🍦🍹🍟🌭🍷
whispers in the darkness (that secret no longer a secret)
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“Did you know?” Arthur asks Guinevere as they lie in bed together, facing each other, the first night after Merlin brings him back from Avalon, whole and healthy and very much alive.
(Once, he would have thought it a miracle. Once.
He knows better now.)
Gwen traces his face with the tips of her fingers, gentle and full of love and something like wonder. Perhaps she, too, had given up hope, like he had. Perhaps she, too, wonders at this second chance. “Know?”
“About Merlin. About his magic.”
She meets his eyes, searching for something; Arthur doesn’t know what, though he has his suspicions. “I…” she starts. Closes her eyes, then opens them again with a small smile. “I suspected, from time to time. There were some things that… That only made sense if magic was involved.” Her gaze meets his again. “I only had my confirmation the day Gaius gave me your signet ring.”
Something settles in his chest, for some reason, at that. Perhaps it’s the knowledge that he wasn’t the only one who’d been kept in the dark for a decade. “I see.”
It’s quiet, for a while, only their breaths sounding in the space between them, and Arthur almost drifts off.
Almost. “What will you do?”
He hums, keeps his eyes closed. “What will I do about what?”
Gwen makes a sound at that, and it’s not annoyance tingeing her voice but it’s… something. “Arthur. Magic is still something people get executed for in our kingdom.”
And oh, he knows that. Remembers all the times he’s had to save Merlin’s bony arse from getting burned at the stake because someone or other accused him (and now he knows it was actually fairly) of being a sorcerer.
(He remembers Merlin, on the other side of a campfire, looking at him with determination and something only now Arthur realises was probably heartbreak, telling him there can never be magic in Camelot.)
Arthur sighs, turns on his back and looks out the window at the starry sky. “I’m not going to have him killed, Guinevere.” Even if he wanted to, even if he still had betrayed rage filling his heart (which he doesn’t, not anymore), Arthur knows he would never have been able to put Merlin to death. “He’s… I couldn’t…”
He’s survived the loss of his mother, of his father, of his sister. He survived the deaths of loyal knights and friends.
Arthur has only two people he would not suffer losing, no matter what.
Guinevere lays her hand on his chest, right over his heart. “I know,” is all she says.
And somehow, Arthur knows she understands what he would never be able to say with words.
Sunday Sound of Singapore - Public Warning System Test
Sound on 🔈
The Public Warning System (PWS) is a network of civil defense sirens installed by the Singapore Civil Defence Force on over 2,000 strategic points in Singapore to warn Singaporeans of impending dangers, air raids and atomic bomb blasts. Thus far, the siren network has only been used for occasional public awareness drills, monthly test chimes on the 1st of every month at 12:00PM (GMT+8:00 SGT) and for commemorating the island's Total Defence (February 15) and Civil Defence Days (September 15) at 6:20pm [This is the sound in this video]
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~~Every city has its own color, smell, sound, and vibe. While I can share the colors through photography and sometime the vibe too, I thought I would try to share with you the sounds that are so specific to Singapore. ~~