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[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[in that great Plane tradition, Arthur has brought a table with him, covered with papers. He's trying to read through some of them, sign others, and he looks completely annoyed and frustrated]

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[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana appears not long after, very irritated. She has a knife in hand and she slams it into the table, as if this helps her irritation.] He should not even be a knight! He cannot fight with anything but his obstinate. If I met him on the open field I would have run him through before he could get one word out of his weasel mouth.

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

Yes, well... [Why does he have to be reasonable? Oh yeah, he learned it from dealing with Uther for twenty plus years.] ...while I do appreciate the sentiment, I'm sure he'd find some official sanction that would fault you for using the wrong stabbing technique. [sigh] Although I'm not entirely sure how he managed to become a knight myself. I'm certain even Merlin has more stamina, strength, and valor than Sir Humphrey.

[a beat] Which is not to be repeated to either party.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

It is not a compliment to Merlin and it would fall deaf on Sir Humphrey's ears. We should deploy him to some area in need of aid. It is what knights are for, and bad knights don't return. [Cranky cranky cranky.]

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

While nothing would make me happier, he does in fact serve some function. One I'm not entirely clear on at the moment, but there was a reason my father kept him around. I can't dismiss him that easily. We just have to find a way to work with him, as unpleasant as that prospect might be.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Perhaps your father simply couldn't find a way to get rid of him. [No, who is she kidding? Uther would just burn him at a stake. She settles across him, ill at ease. Then she pauses and glances over at him.] When you trained the knights, did you find it dangerous to have a knight who did not know how to use his blade?

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

Of course. He not only endangered himself but all the other knights around him. What does that have to do with anything?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana smiles a smooth queen's smile, a lie] Only that perhaps it is not so wise to send Sir Humphrey where knights are needed.

[sosweet]

[Certain stalkerGemini Saint is in front of him hiding in the shadows, contemplating the King's expression on his face.]

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[Arthur does not look up from his work, although he has the distinct impression that he's being watched]

If someone is there, show yourself.

[sosweet]

[He's not showing up... yet.] Does Your Majesty really want to?

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[an annoyed tone] I wouldn't say something if I did not mean it.

If you wish to leave, you are free to go, but I would appreciate not being watched by people cowering in the shadows.

[he's still not sure who is hiding there, but he's not in the mood for allusive people]

[sosweet]

[Right. He gives a step forward but hesitates at first, not sure how Arthur will react when he sees him. Still, he needs to talk to the King and has to be ready for any pratrant.]

[So, Saga keeps walking, his Cloth boot heels slightly resonating against the floor until he's visible enough.] I wish to speak with Your Majesty for a moment.

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[he's still not looking up just to be a prat, but he does recognize the voice. Prat mode is a go] I take it that means you're not occupied with attempting to kill Morgana again.

[theoldmagick.livejournal.com]

[and suddenly, dragon. looking over your shoulder, Arthur. hope you didn't like those papers staying on the desk because Kilgarrah just breathed really hard]

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[....he is flustered, properly flustered and shoots out of his seat. He hates those papers the way Gene Hunt hates paper work, so he's annoyed that it will probably need to be redone, but he's more annoyed at the fact that there's a Dragon all up in his business. Arthur's hand moves to the hilt of his sword, ready to arm himself, but not quite yet.]

I can't see why my father would want to keep you chained if this is what you do with your freedom.

[theoldmagick.livejournal.com]

[that's some epic level paperwork hatred there]

I'm hardly surprised at your inability to understand anything, young prince.

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[He hates you, Dragon. Almost as much as he hates that paperwork]

That's king.

[theoldmagick.livejournal.com]

[then all is right with the world]

Hardly.

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[DIAF]

And you are a judge of these things?

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

[When Gwen arrived on the Plane and caught sight of Arthur, she disappeared again almost immediately. When she returned, she was carrying a plate of food and a mug of ale from the palace kitchens.

If she behaved like a servant and as if everything was absolutely normal, they could try and pretend that their fairy tale had never happened.]

Here. If you're not going to stop and rest, you should at least keep up your strength.

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[sighs] Guinevere, I hardly need to keep up my strength for this.

[and then he realizes that might be rude - he's trying, okay]

I mean, thank you.

[he takes a piece of bread from the plate, still unsure how to act since their fairytale. It seems odd to just dismiss her as a servant, and she is a friend of Morgana's and they're not in Camelot at the moment. After enough rationalizing in his head, he comes to a conclusion.]

There's more than enough here for us to share, if you wanted to join me.

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

You do if you want to be able to concentrate.

[Her reply was stubborn, but she softened when he apologised and smiled when he asked her to join him. It was good to be treated as an equal. The Plane had set them on the same level.]

Really? Are you ... I mean, thank you. That would be lovely.

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[a small smile] Who says I want to be able to concentrate.

[paper work is dumb - and also, he is feeling a little awkward]

So, [poking around on his plate] - did you make this yourself? It's very good. You're very good..at..making things.

[he looks away annoyed, taking another bite of his bread and feeling like a complete idiot - which comes off more as him looking annoyed and sulky]

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

You've come to the Plane to try and work without being disturbed, haven't you?

[Which obviously hadn't worked, but the effort earned a smile from Gwen as she collected a chair from another part of the Plane to sit down next to him.]

It's nothing, really. [Wait.] I mean, it's not nothing. I did want to making something nice for you to eat. I meant that it was no trouble. I'm happy to do anything I can to help.

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

I can see why Morgana always speaks so highly of you. And I appreciate it, whether it was nothing or not.

[looks down and then sighs before smiling]

We're not very good at this, are we?