OneJumpAhead [arthur]

[MERLIN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #290101; width:450px; height:490px; padding:0px;] [style=width:400px; height:250px; opacity: 0.8; font-family: times; background: url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/c3cedb35321deb623d66ed3102a54e35/tumblr_mi8dq6GpyS1rbxt3mo2_r1_500.jpg)] [style=width: 300px; height:50px; background: transparent; float: right; letter-spacing: 3px; font-size:14px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px #000000; line-height: 100%;] HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TRAINING TO BE A PRAT? [/style] [style=text-align:center; text-size: 9px;]WORDS: ### TAGGED: Arthur NOTES: <356

[/color]
There was only so much Merlin could handle in such a short period of time. He had long since been used to Arthur and how Arthur got when he was aggravated or stressed but sometimes he just couldn’t take in any more stress himself. Lately, Arthur had been stressed and in turn so was Merlin (I mean that was usually how it worked). And so that led to the explosion. ”If you are not satisfied with the way your room is kept then maybe you should keep it yourself. I am not always concerned with the way your bed is made because I’ve got---“ Well Merlin had a lot of other shit to deal with but could he tell Arthur? No. Well, yeah, he actually could but let’s not get into that. ”Gaius! I’ve got Gaius telling me to do all sorts of things and then there’s…” Evidently while in a rampage of anger is was extremely difficult to be careful about what you could say out loud and it was kind of making Merlin sound ridiculous but whatever. ”The streets! Why is Camelot always so crowded?! How am I supposed to take the long way to your chambers every day if I can barely run there without bumping into people?” By this point Merlin was pacing back and forth and he finally stopped to lift up a blanket from Arthur’s bed. ”And you sleep like an animal. The blanket’s always misplaced or flipped over or ruffled. If you had to lift a finger every once in a while you’d know you wouldn’t be able to—I didn’t mean that, I did not mean that.” He was done ranting having realized how ridiculous he was being and Arthur was still sort of in charge of him so not getting him extremely angry should have been a goal of his.

[/style][/style][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
[/center]

[ARTHUR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #000000; width:450px; height:490px; padding:0px;] [style=width:400px; height:210px; opacity: 1.8; font-family: times; background: url(http://i1238.photobucket.com/albums/ff488/princephips/oie_565928UPm6M67p_zps70491206.jpg)] [style=width: 350px; height:25px; background: transparent; float: center; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:12px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000; line-height: 25%;] WE'RE NOT GONNA SIT IN SILENCE WE'RE NOT GONNA LIVE WITH FEAR [/style] [style=text-align:center; text-size: 9px;]WORDS: 565 TAGGED: MERLIN NOTES: ImSorryBleh

[/color]
Merlin didn’t have a very large skill set (as far as Arthur was aware). He couldn’t use a sword, coulsn’t polish armor, and certainly couldn’t make a bed. In fact, Arthur was starting to believe that the ONLY thing Merlin was truly capable of was rattling on about absolutely nothing, in as many words as he possibly could, at the most inopportune times. Now, Merlin was apparently trying to make some sort of point about how difficult his job was, and expecting Arthur to be sympathetic… but Arthur really wasn’t getting it. It wasn’t as if he had asking him to do anything that was actually difficult. Anyone could make a bed. Now, did Arthur really care how the bed looked? Not in the slightest. I mean, come on now, he might have been a prince, but he was a teenage boy. A clean room was far from the top of his priorities list and if there was anything Merlin was right about it was that he was going to mess it up again anyway the next time he slept in it. However, it was the principal of the thing. Merlin was a clumsy, lazy, all around god awful servant- and Arthur never hesitated the remind him that. However, there was a difference between teasing him about his complete lack of skills and getting outright angry over it, and this time he’d done the later. Lately Arthur had been stressed out (mostly involving taking shit from his father and Morgana) and because just exploding and getting his frustration out directed at the people he was frustrated with wasn’t an option, Merlin tended to get the brunt of his aggravation.

So, Merlin had made a minor mistake that he makes like nine times a day and Arthur had over reacted and now Merlin was going on and on and on about his life and my god this post sucks getting on with it. After complaining about the bed and Gauis (Merlin’s only two responsibilities) he apparently realized that he needed some more evidence to support his case and came with something that made next to no sense. ”The streets?” Arthur repeated, giving him a look. ”How am I supposed to take the long way to your chambers every day if I can barely run there without bumping into people?” ”Well, you could start with waking up on time for once. Maybe a slight increase in coordination.. or at least looking in front of you.” By this point, Merlin should have simply cut his losses and apologized, but it was clear he was speaking before thinking, or rather, speaking and not thinking.. at all. ”I did not mean that.” ”No, no, Merlin, please go on.” Arthur was more than simply ‘frustrated’ by this point and he wasn’t really bothering to hide it. Merlin’s rant had been stupid and irritating, but the accusation that he did nothing had clearly caused offence. ”I’m sure making the bed is much more challenging than ensuring the safety of the kingdom. Perhaps you should have gotten up at dawn to train this morning, taken a patrol past the eastern border, and sat through two council meetings. Maybe the next time a sorcerer is uncovered you can search every inch of the castle- all the while being given contradicting advice because everyone is suddenly an expert on what it takes to be king.”


[/style][/style][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
[/center]

[MERLIN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #290101; width:450px; height:490px; padding:0px;] [style=width:400px; height:250px; opacity: 0.8; font-family: times; background: url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/c3cedb35321deb623d66ed3102a54e35/tumblr_mi8dq6GpyS1rbxt3mo2_r1_500.jpg)] [style=width: 300px; height:50px; background: transparent; float: right; letter-spacing: 3px; font-size:14px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px #000000; line-height: 100%;] HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TRAINING TO BE A PRAT? [/style] [style=text-align:center; text-size: 9px;]WORDS: ### TAGGED: Arthur NOTES: <356

[/color]
Arthur apparently didn’t think Merlin had a good enough excuse to be aggravated (granted his actual excuse was a lot better than the one he was forced to tell Arthur making him sound ridiculous). The streets? Arthur gave him a look. Okay, that one had been a spur of the moment thing and honestly he could have done better. Merlin gave him a look back, raising an eyebrow. Well, you could start with waking up on time for once. Maybe a slight increase in coordination.. or at least looking in front of you. Merlin had no choice but to stand there, his mouth opened with nothing coming out, dumfounded. Arthur had him there…but that argument shouldn’t have even been brought up in the first place. No, no, Merlin, please go on. It was obvious that Arthur had had it with Merlin’s outburst but he wasn’t completely done just yet. ”Do you even know how long it takes to polish your armor? It’s got so many different pieces and they all need to be polished in a different fashion and you could eat off of that armor by the time I’m done with it. Have you ever looked into it? Your reflection is clear as day.” Okay, so that was partially (mostly) because Merlin used magic to clean the armor but Arthur didn’t know that. Even if he did know that, it was something Arthur didn’t have to do because Merlin took care of it so, hello, a little appreciation would be nice. He put his hands up in front of it to signify the fact that he was done and satisfied and then Arthur kind of exploded. Merlin did actually realize that Arthur didn’t just sit around and do nothing all day but he had spoken out of anger and Arthur did not appreciate it. Everything that Arthur mentioned did not sound the least bit fun and Merlin acknowledged that (except the part about the searching the castle for sorcerers because like every time there was a sorcerer Merlin was kind of busy being an old man or running around getting evidence or getting poisoned or locked in a room so like Arthur could enjoy his little scavenger hunts they sounded a lot more fun but anyway moving on). When Arthur was finished, Merlin sighed and nodded, understanding where Arthur’s frustration had been coming from. ”I’m not telling you how to be king. I’m just saying… you’d be surprised how much work it is to wait on Prince Arthur…and Gaius, also known as man who cannot clean his own leech tank.” He was calmer by that point than he had been a little earlier though his tone still clearly showed aggravation.

[/style][/style][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
[/center]

[ARTHUR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #000000; width:450px; height:490px; padding:0px;] [style=width:400px; height:210px; opacity: 1.8; font-family: times; background: url(http://i1238.photobucket.com/albums/ff488/princephips/oie_565928UPm6M67p_zps70491206.jpg)] [style=width: 350px; height:25px; background: transparent; float: center; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:12px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000; line-height: 25%;] WE'RE NOT GONNA SIT IN SILENCE WE'RE NOT GONNA LIVE WITH FEAR [/style] [style=text-align:center; text-size: 9px;]WORDS: ### TAGGED: MERLIN NOTES: hi!

[/color]
Contrary to what Merlin seemed to believe, Arthur was actually listening to the rubbish which came out of his mouth (although at this point he was starting to question why he was doing that). Meaning that, by the time he was through with his third string of complaints, Arthur had heard enough. ”Are you finished?” he asked, very sarcastically, waiting for confirmation before actually commenting on his points. ”The attention you pay to my armor is rather remarkable considering your general incompetence. I haven’t had the chance to examine its capabilities as a mirror because I’m usually busy wearing it into battle.” Priorities. Yanno. Some people had them. Arthur understood how repairing and cleaning his armor might have been an unpleasant job because he was aware how often it ended up torn and blood stained. Arthur’s explosion was a lot like Merlin’s explosion in that it was fairly justified but came off as kind of ridiculous. He was only complaining because Merlin had complained. Otherwise he’d have happily kept his frustrations to himself (okay, so he would have taken them out on Merlin by way of making him do ridiculous labor but that’s besides the point). Anyway, the big difference here was that Merlin wasn’t the source of Arthur’s anger.. or anywhere near it. Sure, Merlin had his irritating moments. Sure, he’d made him more things he was chasing than all the knights combined. Hell, he even did his fair share of Morgana-ing (you cant fight this youll die, you can’t kill this Camelot will get cursed, you have to help him even though he’s going to kill you one day) But anyway, the comment Merlin denied Arthur couldn’t argue because it hadn’t been him he was talking about.. Wow that took a lot of words to say. They were both slightly calmed down now which was good but Arthur shook his head at Merlin’s statement, sitting down on the bed ”Would I be?” he asked, obviously not thinking so. ”Perhaps a wager then? I’ll do your… chores for a day, and you’ll do mine. Whoever lasts longer wins.”


[/style][/style][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
[/center]