I got back at eleven-thirty last night. YOU MAY NOW BLAME THE BAND GODS
Title: Looking Up or EIGHT DAYS LEFT!
Summary: Merlin was having a bad day...
Words: 171
Disclaimer: No... I don't own Merlin... *le sigh*
Merlin had had an awful day. He had saved Arthur's life (yet again) and, of course, had been given no credit (yet again). The credit had instead gone to one of the new knights, Sir Ed or whatever the hell his name was. The fact that the knight had accepted the gratitude with grace and humility did nothing to improve his mood. Little git. At least try to say you didn't do it! Merlin, instead of being praised, had been mocked for hiding, and had been made to clean Sir Edmund's boots. Yay.
Now Merlin was heading back to his room, with nothing but sleep in mind. He opened the door to the apothecary, shoulders sagging with relief—
...and was met with a blinding grin and an arm that hooded through his, dragging him backwards, away from his bed.
"MERLIN!" Gwaine boomed. "Let's go out to the tavern, you look like you need some fun!"
Slowly, a smile crept its way back on to Merlin's face. His day was looking up.
I had gone back to read my stories (ah, what the hell ^.^) and I looked at Care.
...
AAAAAAAAHHH! WHAT HAPPENED?! I swear I fixed all those errors... I must have uploaded the version before I saved it!
DX
So, needless to say, I'm replacing the chapter with the edited one (ee...) and I'm not sure what will happen, since I've never done this before. Well... just a warning! In case... I don't know...
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