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Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

Oh, dear. It seemed the child had landed in front of the fire, looking like one of those long legged birds in Gaius?? books. Ahstridge, or something, but he remembered them being distinctly sombered colored, not like this boy currently fighting with his fire. It had been a good idea to take the hat, Uther thought as he watched the poor boy nearly crack his head open on the stone. Fluff like that had would have gone up in a ball of flames, which might have cost the boy his pretty face or head, but would have given Uther a well needed chuckle. He stiffened, muscles taking on the rigidity they always did when Igraine entered the conversation, but instead of exploding he agreed evenly, ??That we were.? Very young. And very stupid. To think that magic was a good thing, to be used to help? Well, growing old came with knowledge, not just pain. His fingers traced along the spine of the longest feather, details lost to the gloves. ??Arthur??s very much like her.? Of which he was glad. She had a more even temper and a better idea of compassion than her husband. Sometimes, he still felt lost without her. ??Have you managed that fire yet,? he asked, setting the hat down on the dark table. Unlike Merlin, Uther managed not to be swallowed up in the large spaces and heavy furniture. ??I would like to get ready for bed while it??s still dark.?
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

Merlin prodded the flames with an intricate cast iron poker, shoving back errant coals before he rose fully, brushing his hands together and then rubbing at his cheek with the back of his hand, somehow managing to streak a thick line of soot across his cheekbone. He considered that Arthur must have been like his mother, because the similarities between him and his father seemed to end at the warrior's mentality, and divide when it came to things like compassion and anger management. Then she was an extraordinary person. Merlin said with painful earnesty as much of a brat as Arthur could be, he couldn't deny that he saw something promising in the prince, something strong and reliable, and it just needed to be cultured like a particularly touchy little plant - he needed to be encouraged, was all. And Merlin was sure that he could be very encouraging. The sound of the king's dry remark had him turn around to face him again, Yes, sire. Merlin said hurriedly, It's done - and still dark. My lord.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

Unfortunately, Uther had earned himself an outside conscience regarding his anger where Arthur had been lucky to have the bad example of his father to grow his own internal one. He doubted it sounded like Morgana she was capable of driving the boy up a wall in a different way than she did her guardian. One day, he hoped they'd be happily married he could think of no better way to honor Gorlios' memory than to make his daughter a queen of a peaceful and prosperous nation. The one he had helped build with his own sweat and voice and, finally, his own blood. Then she was an extraordinary person. Uther swallowed, his mouth having gone dry suddenly. Talk of Igraine should have sent him flying off into a dark rage the last time she had been mentioned had been connected to that nasty business with Nimueh and he still remembered his anger at seeing her again, hearing Gaius talk about that night. But he allowed it, because the youth seemed to mean no harm. ??Yes,? he agreed softly, barely above a whisper. ??Very extraordinary.? It was strangely sweet to hear the boy praising both his son and his wife in one breath, all without a hint of guile. And then, because Pendragon men did not believe in emotions, Uther nodded, the idea of thanking Merlin not even getting a half-hearted run through his mind. ??Help me undress.? He was already working at the right bracer but the left always gave him trouble. ??Make sure there is enough wood in the fire for it to last the night, then you may leave.? Uther smiled thinly, imaging Arthur??s face when he examined Merlin and found no traces of a not-so-secret tryst. Confusion, distrust and then a return to the normal, haughty look his son practiced as a companion to his own aloofness.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

Merlin rubbed his hand against his cheek again, and managed to smear some of the soot over the end of his nose, giving him the appearance of a particularly scrawny and undaunting warrior preparing for battle - in crimson tights. The king's whispered reply was enough for Merlin to know that he should likely allow the subject to fade away and he did so before the next command came - he had, of course, helped Arthur to dress and undress many times before, it simply came with the job and there had never been any real discomfort about it all, save for perhaps the very first time when he had nearly put Arthur's mail on backwards. This, of course, was completely different because - well, he was dealing with the king, not Arthur. Again, he approached the king with caution and came around to his front his eyes dropped to the king's hands, and he noted the man had easily unclipped his right bracer, but his fingers seemed to be stumbling with the left. For an instant, there was a flicker of curiosity on Merlin's face as he observed and then reached out the remove the second cuff before his hands made a journey upwards to unfasten the loops that held his cape to his shoulders, and he pulled the material away with care that defied Merlin's normally fumbling movements. For an instant, his eyes went up to look at the king's face, and then dropped immediately back down even Merlin had to admit it was just a little too close for any sort of eye contact. Affixing his face into the blankest expression he could manage, he tried to focus only on what he was doing he opened the dark leather hide overcoat that the king favoured on colder days, beginning to move it down the man's shoulders and leaving him wondering precisely how many more layers he was going to encounter. While the king was tall, he was not particularly big , and the gradual removal of layers of metal and leather was somewhat bizarre - he had seen the king in only his bedclothes when he had taken ill when Edwin had taken him ill but at the time he hadn't been able to put so much consideration into the impressive amount of undressing it had taken to get him that way. With the cape still hanging over one arm and the overcoat joining it, Merlin's hands moved down to the king's waist and began to open the buckle of his belt he noted then that the king's sword was absent from his hip, and that observation caused the warlock's eyes to shift to the table, where he spotted the shining blade, laid out within the king's reach. Not the best thing to observe right then, and Merlin found himself fumbling with the links on the belt for a long moment before he was able to open it.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

So it appeared that stupidity was not Merlin??s problem. The boy was properly afraid of him, approaching him like he was a mad dog and the manservant had tied a piece of meat to his neck. It wasn??t entirely fair Uther had never really done anything frightening to the boy, outside of put him in the stocks for a day, but that was good fun all around. Even through his undershirt, awkwardly long fingers were surprisingly warm and, for once, nearly graceful as he undid the bracer. His face was an open book, not that Uther had expected anything different, and the older man saw light up with a curiosity that only faded once he had moved onto his cape. Again, long, slender fingers plucked along the string, managing to not even choke him. Uther was almost proud, his head falling back to give the boy??s hands room to work. Every once and awhile, he could feel the heat from agile fingers, a quiet sort of pleasure the boy was probably not aware of. Uther managed to keep his breathing slow and even. For poor Merlin, Uther took the time to drop his head again at the exact moment the youth had decided to look up. Wine, exhaustion and the promise of bed left his mismatched eyes half-lidded as he watched the manservant. It was so lucky that the boy had appeared, had saved his son and caught his eye. With the recent events in Camelot, Uther??s interest in affairs had dropped off, understandably, and it was nice to feel the warmth from an unfamiliar body. Especially one that had such lovely blue eyes, like Igraine??s, but different. Sometimes, when the light hit them right, there were flecks of gold in them. And the smudge of soot that was currently invading Merlin??s face was endearing. Removing the heavy leather layer left him in mail and a soft undershirt to keep from getting pinched. Uther glanced down and paused in removing his own gloves to see a rather? Endearing was not the word he would use to describe what Merlin was doing now. The boy was focused on his belt, of all places, fingers suddenly clumsy again as he fiddled with the leather and metal. Uther stared for a moment, a shadow of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, then continued stripping off his gloves, the left first, then the right, pulled off by one of the empty fingers. ??Trouble, boy?? he asked lowly, resting a bare hand on dark hair. Merlin??s scalp was warm against his scalp, slightly damp from the heat of the feast and the silly hat.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

Blasted thing. Merlin's expression was one of complete concentration, eyebrows furrowed very slightly and bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he focused on unbuckling the belt the metal links catching and refusing to budge open. It shouldn't be so complicated, it was just a belt - but the warlock had found that his fingers were suddenly no longer obeying him, and though he didn't want to admit it to himself, it was because of that instant where he had made eye contact with the king. Again. He couldn't be sure what it was, but something about the man's eyes caused a shock of cold to go down Merlin's spine, a strange sensation like icy nails trailing over his nerves that caused him to lose his concentration every time. It was a disturbing feeling that was being made more apparent by the current proximity. The chill increased when he heard the king's voice, speaking up suddenly after several long minutes of silence, and Merlin stiffened for a moment when a hand laced into his hair at the same time as the belt came loose, and it hung pointlessly in his hand as he lifted his head to look at the king from under his palm, blue eyes wide and startled. Only a brief hitch, sire, Merlin said weakly he could feel the king's fingers on his scalp and he found himself surprised that the man was warm - but, well, of course he was warm, he was alive after all. Merlin was aware of the ridiculousness of the thought that the king should be ice cold, but he had simply never been able to associate heat with the man before, save for when the topic of his temper was presented. But this - this was a little strange, wasn't it? Or maybe it was normal. Maybe Arthur was just strange he couldn't be sure, especially when it came to royalty. Of course, with the king's left hand on his head, Merlin found an earlier thought returning to him, undeterred by the discomfort of the situation - or maybe due to the discomfort of the situation - and his eyes dropped to Uther's other hand, the one that had been having difficulty unlatching the bracer. The fingers of Uther Pendragon's right hand were slightly warped-looking, and all of them - save for the thumb - were the same length. It wasn't something that anyone would notice with the gloves on, but now it was very apparent, and Merlin's expression suddenly turned to one of utter fascination. Of course, he then realized how it must have looked with him staring and, more importantly, not doing his job - so he forced his eyes back, Wouldn't have known with how you handle a sword, sire, Merlin said, voice filled with a brittle sort of cheer as he tried desperately to keep his mind off of the fingers in his hair as a solution, he dropped down suddenly to a crouch in front of the king, simultaneously putting himself away from the hand and allowing him to begin unlacing the king's boots.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

Uther snorted lightly at Merlin??s response, tossing the gloves to the table near his sword. A hitch indeed. Perhaps the boy had realized why he had asked for him up until now, it seemed that Arthur??s servant had never developed a proper idea of what one did with an adult body. Completely oblivious to that sort of charm until his king had rested his fingers in his hair. Of course, Uther had to fight the urge to put pressure on the boy??s head, to pull him forward so the soot-stained tip of his nose was pressed against his belt. He??d scare the poor boy off, leave him blathering somewhere or, worse, going to Morgana or Arthur. Or Gaius. Or all three. Uther wasn??t a man to let others tell him what to do but sometimes, when every person he held close was telling him not to do something and giving him dirty looks he did feel, well, influenced . So instead of forcing the other??s nose just a little closer, he sighed, calloused fingers rubbing slow circles into Merlin??s scalp. It was ? nice. Nice to touch for a bit, without the leather. And when he convinced the boy into his bed, it would be nice to touch without armor as well. He would just have to be very patient. Merlin seemed skittish. ??I use my left hand, mostly,? Uther responded coolly, as if most men had deformities. It was a bad omen his nurse had told him often that he was paying for his father??s sins and that was why his hand had come out like that. He wasn??t entirely sure if that was the cause, since Gaius, dear Gaius and his love of science, had told him it was simply a part of nature, but it had been rather traumatic for him as a child. He still didn??t like it. He did, however, like Merlin crouching in front of him. Uther closed his eyes for a moment, letting the boy??s head slip out from under his fingers. Oh, yes. This was very nice. ??Perhaps you should try your knees,? he offered, ever helpful. ??Keep you from falling over.? His fingers itched to tangle in that dark hair again and yank , hard, but that was too aggressive for the first evening.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

Merlin managed to keep a very precarious sort of balance on the balls of his feet as he crouched in front of Uther, fingers working at the mass of criss-crossing laces and buckles to loosen the dark leather boots he noted that the king even had armor on the tops of his feet, which he supposed was good if he ever dropped anything on them. Actually, Merlin had a good mind to get a pair of those made up for himself. Encountering a particularly resistent length of lacing, Merlin ducked his head to focus, and nearly bumped into the king's thigh he supposed the suggestion was a good one, and tilted himself forward onto his knees. Merlin looked up then, and offered a bright and somewhat sheepish smile, his hair mussed ridiculously blue eyes slid back to the mangled hand, I use my left as well, Merlin said conversationally he looked back down, moving to the right foot now and beginning on the binding there he glanced up again, An elderly woman back in the village always said it was a sign that the devil was talking through you if you favour your left hand. She would cross herself when I passed, sometimes. The smile grew just a little more, crinkling the corners of Merlin's eyes, Of course, then I got trampled by her sows, sire, and she told me that the devil must have more self-respect than that.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

No, no proper understanding of what adult bodies were for at all. He could feel warmth even through the thick leather of his pants, glad, for a moment, that the servant hadn??t managed to get his tousled hair stuck in the links of his mail. That would be just a little too close for him and in an awkward way he wouldn??t enjoy. Uther found himself smiling thinly in response to the boy??s own heartbreakingly open one. It was more of a smile than he generally gave to servants, the sort limited only towards free men. After all, the king didn??t have the time to even notice most serving men and women until he had a need for them or they turned traitor. That he remembered Merlin??s name at all was something he felt the boy should be grateful for. I am surprised, he said dryly, rubbing his wrists where the bracers had left a slight indention. I would have thought it would be more difficult to get you on your knees. Talkative thing, though. His own attendant would have been finished by now without saying a word. Not that he was complaining, no, it was almost a pleasure to listen to him babble on. ??Yes, I heard much the same thing,? he said gently, unsure if he was more attracted by the youth on his knees, his face flushed and his form still accented with the silly outfit Arthur had picked out for him, or if he enjoyed the oblivious smiles and chatter. It wasn??t often that Uther got chattered at in fact, the last time it had happened, Morgana had been a very young girl. Sometime after that, she had found that she preferred the female company of her maid and Uther almost missed the inane gossip and stories. That was the problem of being king. He was expected to be above everyone at all times, if not by his subjects then by himself. There were a lot of little details of life he was never informed of. ??And Arthur?? he asked, gesturing for Merlin to stand. He would take the boots off himself when he got to bed instead of subjecting his feet to the cold of stone floors. He does treat you right? he added, trying to hide the truth, that he knew little of Arthur's personal life and that he was sounding Merlin for more.
Thread: Don't Lose Your Head Over It: A Merlin RP (SevenxKawa)

Merlin's smile remained firmly in place as he looked up at Uther but there was a moment of stillness, a fraction of a second where his brows knitted in question at the king's remark before glancing down to his knees as though trying to figure out exactly what had brought it about. For a moment he considered asking if he had been somehow difficult, but then the king was smoothly moving on, leaving the warlock to puzzle over the comment as he rose again, Yes sire. Merlin said carefully it wasn't untrue, really - Arthur treated him decently sometimes, so he could say that meant the prince was treating him 'right' - when he wasn't overworking him or beating him half to death out in the square so he could hone his sword fighting skills, of course. Merlin had taken the optimistic route on the matter anyways - he hadn't died yet, he had decided, so he could only be getting stronger each time. Though already quite sure he could take him on in a battle of wits, Merlin held onto the hope that one day he would best the prince in a sword fight - without the use of magic, of course. And sometimes, once he got past the obnoxiousness and self-interest that constantly radiated from the fair-haired prince, sometimes Arthur was even friendly. Sometimes they were even surprised by how well they got along, though neither of them really said anything about it, it had been quite clear on the day that the prince had appeared to help him defend his little village - it wasn't something royalty did for a servant. It was, however, something that one did for a friend. He treats me well. Merlin added earnestly, trailing over to the fire once more to follow the second order he had been giving he carefully stacked the flame to keep it going for the night, and turned back to the king.
Thread: CASCADA NEEDS TO LEARN HER ROLE!

I mean honestly, whoever does her beats is absolutely fucking amazing. But she sings so much she overshadows the rest of the song...And with club or trance Trance being used lightly in her case Vocals are an instrument. They are not meant to be the focus of the song in any way shape or form. But she doesn't understand that, and so she ruins songs that while good, could be absolutely amazing if she'd learn to just let the beats mingle with her pretty voice, rather than using them as a backdrop for when she isn't vocalizing. -.-
Thread: CASCADA NEEDS TO LEARN HER ROLE!

Moving this to music.
Thread: SHIBBY+_+ and Zennarion

Tyler sighed softly as he moved towards his house, it wasn't dark yet, though the sun was on its way down. He sighed and looked up at the sky. His life was boring, he needed something to happen, maybe a new person in his life? Anything really, as long as he got something new, he was tired of all the old things, nothing interesting ever happened. He stopped for a moment, did he just see something up in the sky? He rubbed his eyes. There was nothing, he yawned, he needed some sleep soon. He looked across the street, seeing a girl with dark hair. Who was she? He had never seen her in the town, she was probably new here. He sighed and just continued walking. There was something strange about her, maybe it was the dark hair? No... It wasn't that... It was something else, though he couldn't tell what it was. He closed his eyes for a moment, before he looked up again, to look at her, but she was gone... He looked behind him, she wasn't there either. He was scared right now, she had seemed real. He stopped as he felt something on his body, as if something had just entered him, but he new that it was impossible, because things like that just didn't happen on earth. He was probably just tired, he couldn't find anything else that could describe what had just happened. Hearing a voice in his head, his eyes widened and he started looking around. W-Who said that?! Where are you? He was scared now, he was also hearing things now, why did this happen to him?
Thread: SHIBBY+_+ and Zennarion

Anduriel grinned to her self once she was inside the human. He was so stupid, such easy prey. He asked who she was. My name is Anduriel, I have taken control of our body for now, you are my puppet she said. She grinned to her self and said Now, where were you going....oh nice house...but we won't be going to your home just yet. Tyler would find he had no control over his actions anymore. She turned his body about and reached into his pocket. Pulling out his wallet and said Hmm, my knowledge of human currency maybe limited but even I can tell you have a lot of money..ahh yes, your brains telling me you got paid today...working hard, your such a good boy she said making him walk down the street. But all good boys need rewards, I wonder where we can go she said. Delving into his mind she saw that the city had an amusement park. Ooh, that looks like fun she said with a grin. She then muttered a few words in an ancient language and the next thing he would know was that he well his body was standing infront of the gates into the amusement park. Lovely she said and began to walk inside.
Thread: SHIBBY+_+ and Zennarion

Tyler growled in his mind as he felt how she suddenly took control of his body. He didn't even have the power to speak anymore! What was going on right now?! Hearing her words, his eyes widened. He knew that name... She was... Y-You are the goddess Anduriel? He asked her. He couldn't think of anybody else who had the power to possess a human body. Hearing her words in the ancient language, his eyes widened. What was she going to do? But the suddenly, he felt his body move, seeing the amusement park in front of him, his eyes widened. What was she planning to do? What do you want to do here? The amusement park is boring, and its not a place i would like to go... People would start wondering why i was here! He told her. Don't go in there! He told her. He wouldn't allow her to go in there, he didn't want to be seen in there! But of course, he knew that there was nothing he could do about it. He hated the amusement park, there were too many kids in there and he hated kids... They always made so much noise.