I love writing the knights. They're great.
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Gwaine was first to find out.
Gwaine wouldn't have noticed at all, but Merlin was doing the one thing he never did even when he was drunk... Chat up girls. Not any girls though, Gwaine's girls. Well, they weren't his to own, but he made sure he was the only one that chatted to them. The knight's blood somewhat started to boil when he saw them laughing and then blushing at something Merlin had said. Merlin stood on a stone between two pillars looking down on the girls.
"Hey, Merlin mate! Come over here for a sec will yah?" Gwaine shouted across the courtyard and even at this distance, he could see Merlin roll his eyes. The girls moved aside as Merlin jumped down and wandered across the courtyard towards him. Giggling, the girls walked off to do their chores, glancing over their shoulders at Merlin.
As the young raven-haired servant walked towards him, Gwaine noticed a couple of things. First, he'd cut his hair shorter and somehow spiked it a little bit. Second, he walked much more confidently, like Arthur used to: nobly, a little bit arrogantly and as if he owned everything. Gwaine never thought it possible, but the way Merlin was acting made him want to punch the poor boy.
And that would most certainly hurt.
"Yes Gwaine," Merlin said, "What do you need?" he stopped walking when he was about half a meter from Gwaine and put his hands in his pockets. Looking him up and down Gwaine had a look of uncertainty on his face. He'll notice! Merlin screamed inside his head. Gwaine will notice, he will!
"Why so distant mate?" he said, punching Merlin's arm before putting it round the servant's shoulders. "Just because I'm a knight now you're not allowed to sneak off to the tavern with me like we always do? Come on, ditch Arthur's chores, let's go!" Gwaine said walking and forcing Merlin to walk. Merlin smiled.
"Wouldn't miss it! Someone else can clean his dirty socks," Merlin replied. See kid, the voice in his head said. They won't notice. Now let us get up to some mischief in the tavern!
Merlin sat down on the table across to Gwaine and started his fourth pint of mead. Gwaine was on his third and still in his right mind.
"Not like you to drink so much and not get drunk," Gwaine said, taking a swig of his drink. Merlin paused for a second.
"My lucky day I guess," he replied.
"Not like you to want to come to the tavern also... I'd say you almost hate it here," Gwaine said looking down at his drink. Merlin froze completely as Gwaine slowly looked up at him. Suddenly, Merlin went to jump up and run, but Gwaine expected this. Drawing a dagger, he slammed it down onto the table, catching Merlin's sleeve and forcing him to stop. Glaring at one another, Merlin slowly sat down again. The young servant picked up his drink as if nothing had happened.
"Well I guess I was wrong, someone did notice," Merlin said smirking.
"Who are you and what have you done with Merlin?" Gwaine snarled. Merlin laughed as he finished off his mug of mead. Placing it carefully down he wiped his mouth with his other hand.
"Who I am is none of your concern. What I've done with Merlin? Well," leaning over the table he then tapped the side of his head. "He's just locked up in here," the man inside Merlin said, smirking evilly before slowly laughing.
"Possession," Gwaine snarled before standing and drawing his sword. Merlin's only way to escape the sword that was being swung down upon him, was to fall backwards off of his seat. The sword sliced into the table and wedged itself there for a second while Gwaine tried to retrieve it. The whole tavern was now well aware of the fight that was starting, but instead of joining in and starting an up-roar, they just watched in silence. Everyone knew what Gwaine was like, but they knew even better the relationship Merlin shared with all the knights and none could believe that Gwaine was attacking him!
Merlin scrambled backwards on the floor, playing the victim, as Gwaine advanced round the table; sword in hand ready to kill. Clearly nobody explained to Gwaine that depending upon the possession, killing the host body means that you might just kill the person whose body it actually is.
Thank goodness what happened next just happened to happen!
Gwaine raised his sword for another attack, but as he went to bring his sword down, he just couldn't. Then suddenly, Gwaine's sword was snatched from his hands. He turned to see who had dared taken his sword away, only to find his face meeting someone else's fist. With a mighty swing, Percival knocked Gwaine to the ground next to Merlin. The servant jumped to his feet quicker than ever before and stood just behind the huge knight.
Leon and Elyan then walked over to Gwaine and picked him up. Gwaine resisted against them.
"What the hell where you thinking, Gwaine?" Leon shouted into his friend's ear.
"That's not Merlin!" Gwaine roared, kicking his legs franticly.
"He just attacked me for no reason," Merlin said defensively, but also with a scared look on his face. The type that bunnies have when they think something scary is near.
"I think someone has had too much to drink," Elyan said looking at the table and the seven mugs that were there.
"Most of that is Merlin's!"
"Like hell it is! Merlin, drink?" Percival said then laughing. Gwaine suddenly realised that all the odds right then were against him. He drinks, Merlin doesn't. He drinks A LOT, Merlin drinks LITTLE. All this, and he had just attacked him.
Struggling, Gwaine was dragged away out of the tavern. Leon told Merlin that he should see to Arthur and the servant nodded. They walked out of the tavern and Leon jogged after Percival and Elyan, leaving Merlin to walk on his own.
Arthur, the man possessing Merlin's body thought to himself. King Arthur? Now I wonder what trouble I can course with him! Smiling, he set off towards Arthur's chamber's, already knowing the route because of Merlin's memories.
Deep inside his own mind, Merlin feared what this man would do. All he could hope was that Gwaine could figure something out.
I wonder what horrible things I could do to Arthur?
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