Hello you little gems :) Gosh I'm kind of tired, hyper and spouting crap all at the same time, somethings wrong with me and so of course I would end up writing a drabble that makes no sense what so ever. Any way just go the flow I'll post a real drabble tommorow, maybe a little death fic dunno yet :)
right here goes:
rated: - dunno ? could be anything lets go with K ?
Pairings : - anything you want XD
Catagory: - humour? ( can this even be classed as anything ?)
Once again don't own Merlin or Colin or Bradley ( though I'm working on the latter two ;D )
It's a poultry affair?
Merlin awoke to cool morning light spilling from his small window and the sound of birds tittering for the roof tops of the city, however his mind was preoccupied with the dryness of his mouth and the tickling in his throat.
Groaning, he swung from underneath his bed sheet and tried to inhale deeply through his nose, this however failed and sent him into a choking fit as no air passed through the mucus that had set up camp in his nasal regions.
"Daius?" He called out in a feeble nasal voice as he stumbled down the stairs into the main chambers.
Turning around to look at his ward Gaius couldn't hide his smirk, Merlin's dark hair was stuck down on one side of his face whilst the other seemed to defy gravity, his skin was slightly flushed and a dribble of snot was making its way towards his mouth which was hanging open in a bid to get the maximum air into his lungs.
"Merlin, you really should still be in bed" Gaius said through his smirk as he gently grabbed the boys arm and manoeuvred him back into his small bedroom.
"But der Pwat 'ill want waking" Merlin argued weakly yet not fighting his uncle as he was guided to his bed.
"Just sleep Merlin, I'll deal with Arthur" Gaius said kindly before closing the door behind him.
It seemed only seconds later that Merlin was being woken up by a whining king stood in his doorway.
"'Sup Pwat?" Merlin asked sleepily, not bothering to move from the comfy position he had fallen asleep in. At Merlin's prompt Arthur began to whine again.
"Merlin it doesn't feel right having a bootlicker clean my chambers" Arthur whined to his servant slash best friend. Merlin rolled his eyes and indicated to himself then spoke.
"Wellb, I'm not gobig do clean dem am I?" Merlin told the king sarcastically.
"Well you could clean them with magic couldn't you?" Arthur asked hopefully, receiving an arched eyebrow that would rival Gaius's from Merlin.
"Ardur, you said only id we der umber attack could I buse it" Merlin told the king sternly but gave in after Arthur brought out his kicked puppy face.
Muttering to himself, Merlin cast the spell necessary and received a clap on the arm from a grateful Arthur when his eyes glowed golden.
"Thanks Merlin" Arthur cried cheerily before walking back out again, Merlin coughed then closed his eyes again.
In less than five minutes the king of Camelot was once again standing in his manservant's room, a look of anger on his face that would sent the wildest of beasts running for cover.
"MERLIN CARE TO EXPLAIN WHY MY CHAMBER'S FULL OF TURKEYS DRESSED IN SILK CAPES?" Arthur bellowed at Merlin who was giggling into his pillow.
He was going to pay dearly for his bit of fun when he was better.
Review for a deranged writer with lots of plot bunnies to feed?