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because honestly, it's really just like this
children of dune - leto 1
seperis
I am having one of those mornings where I am almost certain that dealing with one more human being who is not either a blood relation or someone who has seen me drunk can only end with me sitting on the roof trying to shoot small animals with only the power of my mind.

Also, there are no small animals around here, and I quite like small animals, so you see where this kind of thing could lead. And no, I can still admit I am not telekinetic. I mean, if I was, trust me, the entire world would know in very short order. Well, I mean, as soon as I knew what to do with it, but I've watched a lot of X-Men. I will take inspiration from cartoons, as one does.

I have started, stopped, and started three separate stories, two of which are the same story from different points of view and time periods. The thing is, no, I still have no idea what they are about. One however, does involve snow.

Also currently looking at my newest group of tests, I seem to have named everyone after the descendants of Henry II. I have like, eight generations of Plantagenets applying for benefits right now and I think I'm denying Edward I Medicaid. And the sad part is, I did most of it from memory.

Welcome to the glamour that is my life.


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I am very sorry your day is full of GRRRR. :(

But I think I'm denying Edward I Medicaid cracked me up.

*pets*

I'm not gonna lie, that actually sounds pretty awesome--I mean, destroying furry creatures with your mind notwithstanding, any Plantagenet+Insurance Crap is pretty cool. Hope your day gets better though.

*delurks*

can only end with me sitting on the roof trying to shoot small animals with only the power of my mind

heh, i've been trying for years to set people on fire with my eyes. one day... who knows.

Arthur threw his coronet at the bed, threw his cloak against the wall, and threw himself into a chair. Merlin winced as Arthur's sword clunked awkwardly against the chair legs, and Arthur scrabbled furiously at the buckle, dragged it off, and threw it at Merlin.

Merlin ducked, and managed to reroute the sword mid-throw so it clanged against the wall and fall to the ground instead of sailing out the window. Arthur scowled at him, obviously not impressed with Merlin's lightning reflexes, and Merlin cleared his throat.

"Bad day?" he said mildly, approaching with some caution. There was a jug of wine on the table, and a goblet; he poured, and Arthur gulped it all down and held out the goblet for more.

"My father's advisers," he bit out, expression dark, "are pustules on the arse of a dog. They tried to tell me that I should banish you."

"Banish me?" Merlin echoed, puzzled.

"For being a sorcerer," Arthur said, darkly. "For lying to the crown, for breaking the laws of Camelot--for outraging the virtue of young maidens, for all I know. They just want you gone."

"Ahh," Merlin said, and stepped around Arthur. His shoulders were rigid, and Merlin set about kneading them loose again. It took a while, but eventually Arthur sighed and sagged down a bit, losing some of that terrible tension. He tipped his head back, eyes half-closed, and Merlin took the hint and began massaging the tendons along his neck, and the front of his shoulders.

"Turn them into frogs," Arthur mumbled, and Merlin snickered. "No, really. I'm the king now, I can order you to do it."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Merlin said, and spread his touch a little lower.

"Mmmm," Arthur said, and Merlin's gentling touch drifted over one taut nipple. Arthur shifted a little in his chair.

"Outraging maiden's virtues, hmm?" Merlin whispered, teasing the nipple with his fingernail through cloth. Arthur breathed out a laugh, and Merlin smiled. Arthur grinned up at him, easy and relaxed now, and there was a lightness in his face that hadn't been there for three weeks now.

"You could just outrage me," Arthur said dryly, and dragged Merlin down for a kiss.

I seem to have named everyone after the descendants of Henry II. I have like, eight generations of Plantagenets applying for benefits right now and I think I'm denying Edward I Medicaid.

Heeeheeeheee. Well done.

I'm pretty sure Edward I doesn't deserve Medicaid - so, please, go ahead and deny him.

this sounds like a very bad day - hopefully things will improve (or maybe you'll actually develop superpowers and be able to wreak havoc on the world, which would at least enliven the evening news)

I think I'm denying Edward I Medicaid

Weirdly enough I just bought a book about Edward I and if it says anything about him being denied Medicaid I'll let you know.

Hope the bad day has improved.

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