ao3 author: so they have to take part in this ancient pagan ritual. merlin is wearing bottoms made of fur and a pair of ram's horns. arthur chases him as he runs away and tackles him to the groun—
me: horns?
ao3 author: part of the ritual
me: of course
ao3 author: he tackles him to the ground. they are both drugged out of their minds, btw
me: yeah, go on
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