Gwen and Elena meet Merlynn and are more than shocked by the woman and her Ambrosian customs. Can they accept Merlynn? Can she accept them? Or is this culture clash insurmountable?
"Holy shit, you're gorgeous!" A blonde woman shrieks after opening the door. Startled by the greeting, Merlynn's voice catches in her throat. Her lack of response is misinterpreted by her new roommate. "Fuck! You're her right? Our new flatmate? I didn't just make an arse of myself to some neighbor or something, did I? I wouldn't be surprised. I'm known for sticking my foot in it," she admits dispiritedly.
"No, I do believe I am who you are expecting. I'm Merlynn." She smiles and reaches to shake the woman's hand.
"Hell yeah! Come on in. Mi casa es su casa." She grins widely.
pNow that the lighting is better, the raven takes a moment to assess the flaxen blonde before her. Because her hair is tied up in a messy bun, the length is tucked away from view. Her fair, sun kissed skin has a rosey hue tint to her cheeks. Though, that could just be from her earlier gaffe at the door. She's wearing a large, mauve jumper with the collar cut off, forcing it to hang off one shoulder, and eighty's white washed jeans enshroud lengthy legs. She appears to have a similar figure to Merlynn and even seems to be of similar height. They're easily close to the same size, which could be advantageous in the future.
"I'm Elena. Oh, hang on and let me get Gwen. Gwen, get your arse out here and meet our new best friend!" she screeches across the flat, winks to the newest resident, and flashes her teeth, obviously not concerned at all with disturbing their neighbors.
"Hello." A shorter woman with a caramel skin tone and dark, chocolate brown, curly hair meanders into the living area, navigating all the unpacked boxes. She also has her hair secured in a haphazard bun ands attire is casual, a simple pair of jeans and a fitted uni t-shirt that sports the campus logo and mascot. The knights, if she recalls correctly, which is verified by the sword/shield emblem displayed near her shoulder. Just as the brunette's about to tumble into a stack of books, Merlynn catches her and steadies her back on her feet. "Thank you. I'm usually not this clumsy." She flushes and slips a loose tendril behind her ear.
"No, that's my job," Elena chirps from behind. "Seriously, I trip on air," she exclaims proudly? "It's kind of my calling card. It can definitely be embarrassing. But my boyfriend finds it charming."
"We all find it charming, love. You're adorable. Now..." Gwen claps her hands preparing to administer some instructions. "Elena, why don't you take... I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name."
"Oh, no worries. I'm Merlynn."
"Merlynn. I'm Gwen and I guess I'll be your other roommate." She peeks around the raven, her gaze on the blonde. "Elena, why don't you show Merlynn around and give her the guided tour. I'm going to finish dinner. I hope you like spaghetti. You eat meat, don't you? Or are you vegan or something? Not that there's anything wrong with that, just you know... poor uni students, can't exactly afford Whole Foods. Not that you're snobby or anything, no, I'm sure you're perfectly down to Earth. You just um... look really thin and maybe you don't eat carbs, in which case we're not exactly stocked with food for a health nut... Not that you're a health nut! No, I'm sure you're balanced... yep, balanced and not at all... ah... obsessive." The brunette covers her face mortified, peeking between her fingers. "Oh God." Elena's trying to restrain her giggles.
"Now you know why we find Gwen charming. She's notorious for her babbling."
"Shut up, you. I'm sorry, my mouth gets away from me sometimes."
"Sometimes?"
"Shh. Anyway, I hope I didn't offend you."
Merlynn's eyes shimmer with humor at the delightful brunette. "It's really no problem, Gwen. As Elena said, I find it charming." She rubs her flatmate's arm in sincerity. "No, I am not vegan. I whole heartedly eat meat with gusto. I actually eat anything. I'm not picky. I stay in shape through running and exercise, so I don't really watch calorie intake. I also have to stay active for my job."
That has the blonde, who was previously in the kitchen, darting back into the room. "Oooh, that's right! You're like a trained assassin, aren't you? Like James Bond. 'Shaken not stirred'," she says dropping her voice an octave. "You certainly have the looks for it." Elena's bouncing around, unable to abate her enthusiasm, rubbing her hands together.
Merlynn chuckles. This woman is such a riot. "No, not an assassin. Royal guard to the prince."
"Hang on. I want to hear all about it." She dashes to retrieve her drink, earlier forgotten, from the counter.
"Elena, I think our new friend would like to put her things away first. Why don't we save the inquisition for dinner, hmm?"
"Huh? Oh! Oh, of course. Sorry about that. I tend to get anxious over new and interesting things. Not that you're a thing. No, you're obviously a person, and you're certainly fascinating. At least if what they told us is true. Which I'm sure it is. I mean why would they lie? I guess they could if they wanted to saddle us with an ogre or something," she contemplates, but then realizes her blunder. "Not that you are! No you're perfectly lovely. Uh... Oh, bugger! Gwen, you caught my clumsy and I got your babble. I want to trade back," she says half whining and half teasing.
Merlynn guffaws at her goofy roommates. Both ladies are amazing! She doesn't have to peer into her gauntlets to see life long friendships in her future. Once she's regained her composure she wipes the tears from her eyes. "How 'bout' that tour?"
Elena has also ceased with her cackling. "Yeah, okay. This is the living room." She spins with her arms spread, indicating their current location. "This room didn't come furnished, but the others did. Gwen brought the two chairs, and the sofa and kitchen set are from me. The telly was on the wall when we got here, so we're assuming it came with the flat. I see you didn't bring any furniture with you."
"Uh, no. I'm sorry. I wasn't aware I needed to."
"No, you're not. If you need anything I believe the king is required to provide it anyway."
Merlynn scans her new living quarters. It's certainly on par with what she's used to. The compound isn't rich, and people share what they need. This is similar with its hodgepodge of mismatched furniture that's more about comfort than design. The kitchen table is round and the wood badly needs to be sanded and stained. It is surrounded by six chairs in similar condition. The layout is an open floorplan. A peninsula separates the kitchen from the dining area, which is positioned as a border to the living room. The highlight of the space is the ceiling, rising... what? maybe seven meters! She never imagined a uni flat would have such a lavish blueprint. There's even a loft that overlooks the whole apartment! Based on the boxes, she assumes they are currently using it for storage. Perhaps later her new roomies will allow her to spruce up the furniture with magic, make the decor match the interior layout, maybe have a place that could rival the royal suites! Planning to save that discussion for later, Merlynn returns her attention to the cheerful blonde, who's now guiding her down the hallway to the right of the kitchen.
"All three bedrooms came furnished and are exactly the same. Maybe some minor differences. We each have a queen size bed, bureau, and desk. We also have closets like the Americans, instead of wardrobes." They pause in the corridor for Elena to point out the adjacent lavatories. "There are only two bathrooms, so we figured two of us would share one, and the other would share with guests when they come over."
The newbie nods in understanding. "Seems reasonable. Which one am I? I don't mind sharing. Our compound shared everything."
"Compound?"
"Where I'm from, Ambrosia. It's sort of like a village, but it's more closed off to outsiders. We have religious autonomy, so even though geographically were in Ireland, my nationality is Ambrosian."
"Huh. Okay, note to tell us about that during our 'get to know you' spiel at dinner. As far as the loos go..." she explains focusing back on the tour. "Gwen and I are currently sharing this one, so the one over there is basically yours except for when guests come over."
"Wow, I've never had my own bathroom before." It's twice the size of the one at home! She can't stop gazing at it dreamily imagining luxuriating in the bath. She really is exhausted. Her new friend has to pull her out of her fantasy to get back on track with the tour.
"Come on." Elena opens the furthest door at the end of the hallway. "This is your room. Being the furthest away you're blocked off from the majority of the noise."
With a brilliant grin, Merlynn dives onto the queen size heaven that's nearly twice the size from her old single. She revels in the soft comfort she will soon melt into. Thoughts of slumber remind her of the lack of energy catching up with her.
"Wow, I guess it's safe to say you're happy with your new digs."
The raven's expression says it all. "You have no idea."
"Do you need any help unpacking?"
Propping herself up on her elbows, she motions to the carry-on. "No, I've got it all in there." With ease, she lifts and unzips her luggage, then starts collecting the items, sorting them in separate groups on the bed.
"Uh... Merlynn?"
With a bewildered expression, Elena is holding up one of her tops that looks more like it belongs in a dollhouse than in a uni student's closet. The witch laughs at what the blonde must be thinking. "They've been miniaturized." The look is still confused. "For easier carrying?" Nope. "Here, watch..." She figures she'll just demonstrate. But when Merlynn raises her hand...
Elena realizes what's about to transpire and halts her sorceress roomie's first exhibit of magic. Her eyes are now wide with ardent anticipation. "Hold!" She bolts to the doorway. "Gwen, get in here!" After apparently tarrying beyond what's an acceptable time, the blonde sprints to collect her friend. Soon the giddy woman pops back into view, dragging an irritated brunette.
"Alright Elena, I'm here. What's so urgent I couldn't finish our dinner? Which, by the way, was only a minute from being done." She crosses her arms in annoyance.
"Trust me. You're not gonna want to miss this! Go on Merlynn, show her."
Merlynn nods. Normally she doesn't like using her magic for entertainment. It makes her feel used, as if her gift is her whole identity. But she doesn't mind the current display. Magic is a part of who she is, and these are her flatmates. They'll get to know Merlynn in time. But for now she'll introduce them to Emrys. Her glossy orbs flare and each bundle starts to expand and stretch.
The girls keenly watch, equally astonished and captivated at the display of power their roommate holds.
Once everything has been enlarged, the raven begins hanging her clothes, oblivious to the gaping mouths behind her.
"Merlynn!" The witch swings around to acknowledge the seemingly frantic brunette.
"What?! What's wrong?"
"You packed your treadmill? In a suitcase?!"
Oops. She thought she wedged all her fitness gear on the shelf in the closet before she employed her magic. She nearly squashed Elena's foot! "Oh goddess! I'm so sorry!" With a wave of her hand she's soon retrieving the machine off the carpet and properly stowing it away. "I stashed the rest of my equipment in the closet already. I guess I missed one. I'll try to be more careful."
The raven's apologetic face and obvious concern rips the blonde from her trance at the unusual and awesome packing technique. She wonders how far it could go. Something tells her Merlynn could pack their whole flat in a sandwich bag. A thought for later. Now she needs to assuage her new friend's guilt. "No worries, Merlynn. I'm fine."
The raven pauses to scrutinize the blonde and verify she's genuinely fine. Sometimes people are frightened by the extent of her abilities and the prospects for mistakes. She doesn't read any fear in her countenance, however, so she grins and nods, satisfied she hasn't already scared her new flatmate away.
The witch resumes putting her belongings away and organizing her closet, completely unaware of her friends' mystified looks at this compelling woman. Who is she? They don't really know, but they have a feeling it's going to be an exciting ride figuring it out.
Case in point... Merlynn's wardrobe. The first garment Elena notices is a black lace dress, which okay, probably lingerie... but then the raven hangs it to join the other outer apparel pieces? As underwear she would have folded it in with the rest that were placed in the drawers of her bureau. Next there is a MEGA low cut romper that is so short it likely shows her arse cheeks. The blonde doesn't comment on that one either, not wanting to be rude and alienate the woman within the first hour of moving in. Elena can no longer stay quiet, though, at the sight of a checkered button up that ties under the breasts and only has two buttons. Her tits would fall out! "Fuck Merlynn, what do you wear to the store? Do you go out on the pull every time you leave the house or what?"
The witch pauses her allocation of various items and pivots to give the two women her attention. Her eyebrows furrow and eyes narrow in confusion. "On the pull?" She's going to have to learn their new lingo.
"You know, hook-up."
"Hook. Up?" What in the world?
She notices the other two women are eyeing each other seemingly baffled by the raven's unfamiliarity with the term. Why? She's not from around here. They had to know she was going to need some introduction into the ways of this society.
Gwen speaks first. "Merlynn, do you really not know?" The raven wags her head. The brunette glimpses the blonde who's expression she's sure matches her own. "Um... They mean to sleep with someone... that night."
Now she's more bemused than ever. Why in the world would she sleep with a stranger? She doesn't like sleeping with anyone. She's a bit of a spider and likes to sprawl out, maximizing the use of the mattress space. Moreover she's not exactly generous with blankets. She's well aware she will have to make some exceptions when she marries Mordred. But until then, she can enjoy her selfish rest. "Um, I know I don't understand this culture and everything, but I don't think I'm comfortable with sleeping with a stranger. I don't even like sleeping with my parents."
"Oh. My. God." Elena is staring at the raven, dumbfounded. Where is this Ambrosia? Under a rock?
Gwen attempts to explain, "Merlynn... honey... sleeping with someone means to have sex with them." Hell, please tell her she doesn't have to explain the birds and the bees to her new, sweet, NAIVE, roommate. Judging by the horrified look on her face, though, she's in the clear.
What?! "I'm engaged! I would never be unfaithful to my beloved! Only he will ever have my virtue!" Merlynn reveals the band of pure sapphire with the interwoven platinum gracing her finger, which apparently has gone unnoticed until now.
"Woah?! Engaged?! And you're a virgin?!" Elena snatches the raven's hand from the air to further inspect the azure ring.
Merlynn proudly presents her prized jewelry, not arrogantly, just someone who highly values her relationship. "I've been engaged since I was six." She ignores the latter question. It's pretty self-explanatory.
"What?!" The blonde's jaw drops ands wide eye gaze is frozen on the witch, alarming her of being under such scrutiny.
Goddess, did she do something wrong? Does this violate their social mores or something? She can't give up Mordred. She won't.
Gwen sees both of her flatmates' distress and moves to placate the situation. "Okay, calm down Elena. Dinner is ready. How about we let Merlynn finish unpacking and we'll talk more while we eat, hmm?" Gwen doesn't wait for an answer before she starts shoving her friend out the door.
After the women leave Merlynn finishes tending to her belongings. She exhaustedly swoons onto her new mattress and ponders her new life. It seems the divide between this culture and her own might be too wide to circumvent. She knew not everyone was as chaste as her clan... but they actually have sex with strangers? She couldn't tell from their reaction if they were offended by her ignorance or maybe if she committed some kind of cultural faux pas... And would it be unacceptable? Mordred is an essential part of her life and he isn't going anywhere. Will her new flatmates support her, or will their friendship be over before its even begun? Well... only one way to find out. With a wave of her hand the fresh sheets, duvet, and pillows now dress the queen mattress with a cozy comfort that beckons her. It will have to wait, however. It's time for dinner.
Strolling into the kitchen she spots Gwen at the stove stirring a pot, and Elena is setting the table with plates and utensils. "Um... hi. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout earlier. I uh... think there's going to be a bit of an adjustment period for me. I come from a different world than you do, and well... give me some time. If you could. If that's all right." Goddess, now she's the one stammering. Her head drops sheepishly.
"Oh sweetheart, you have nothing to apologize for. That's what this dinner is about. Let's get to know each other, yeah? Elena, can you grab us some wine?"
"Um... I don't drink. It's not really safe for strong magic users, especially as powerful as me. Don't let me stop you, though."
"I can understand that. My neighbor when I was a kid was a sorcerer and he would blow things around when he was pissed. If he were powerful I bet he could have created a tornado or something," Elena adds.
"Yeah, I doubt you two could fell a building if you snort." Merlynn's attempt at lightening the mood has the opposite effect she intends, as now a pair of very anxious women stand before her. "Kidding." Sort of.
"Well, okay then. Elena and I will have wine and you can have... What would you like?"
"Don't worry about me. I'll just have tea." All she needs is her phone.
"Ah, I don't think we have tea."
"That's no problem, my mum does." Just a quick text.
"Your mum? Aren't you from Ireland?" Gwen asks puzzled once again.
"She's not from Ireland. She's from Ambrosia, which is in Ireland, but not part of it," the blonde reiterates what Merlynn mentioned earlier. "Did I get that right?"
"Perfect," she answers both Elena's question and her incoming text.
They're intrigued observing the witch's strange behavior. Merlynn's eyes close and she holds her palm flat as if she's waiting to catch something. Evidently she is, because soon a cuppa materializes in her hand.
"There," she grins tasting the delicious brew. Her fellow residents' mouths are agape with wonderment. "Um, sorry. Did you want some too? I can ask my mum for more."
"Did you just flashy eye some tea in your hand? Does that work for everything? Can you flashy eye us some ice cream?"
"Elena! She's not a magic vending machine!"
"No, I'm not. I can only summom things that already exist. The only shops I will use are ones from where I'm from. They all know that if something disappears it's me and I always magic the cost to their tills. From my own bank account of course. I texted my mum for some tea. I thought it would be only a bag, but she sent me a full cup already made." She smiles affectionately at the thought of her mum.
"So your mum has magic too?"
"No. She doesn't do the magicking. That's all me. We just have a spot in the kitchen I summon items from. My magic requested tea, so as long as tea was in that location it would teleport to me."
"So it's kind of like the Star Trek thing! You know Gwen, 'beam me up Scottie.' Remember?"
"Beam me up?" Another reference where Merlynn is frustratingly clueless.
"You don't know Star Trek either, do you?"
"No. If you're referring to television or theater, we only had two tv's on the compound. They were watched as a community for special occasions, but otherwise remained off. I've never been to a theater. We didn't have any."
"But you have a cell phone. You know you have access to those through your mobile."
She pulls out her phone again to examine it. "Do I? I knew there were different features on here. I'm one of the only Ambrosians to have an iPhone. We normally carry the phones that are calls and text only. The only reason I got this is because I left the compound, and I'm apparently going to need it. The king sent it before I left. I've used Google Maps, but other than that, just calls and texting."
"Oh, I can show you!"
"Elena knows everything about technology. She's studying to be a computer engineer."
"Oh good, you can help me then. I have to go tomorrow to pick up one of those flat computers. The package said I'll need one for class. We only had a few big bulky ones on the compound, just to access Skype and email. Every once in a while someone would use it to print something, but they mainly stayed dormant."
"Flat computer? Are you talking about a laptop?"
"All I know is it's portable."
"That would be a laptop. Yeah, I can help you, but isn't the king supposed to supply you with everything you need? He sent you a phone, so my guess is a laptop will probably be here tomorrow. I'll help you set everything up when you get it, though." Merlynn smiles gratefully at her new friend.
"If you only had a few computers where you lived and they were just used for Skype and email, and this is your first iPhone, then you've never had access to the internet, have you?" Gwen deduces, eyeing her new flatmate inquisitively.
"Uh, no. Even if I had access, I wouldn't have had time. My schedule was pretty packed."
There's silence for a few moments while the trio consider all they've learned. It's been an enlightening night for them. Merlynn has learned she has a lot to learn. Gwen has learned she has a new friend that is going to need her help assimilating. And Elena has learned she has a shiny new toy that is going to be highly entertaining to show off.
"Tell you what, ladies. What do you say we take our plates in front of the telly and watch a film? We don't have to learn everything now. We're going to be together a couple of years yet while we finish uni. We can pace ourselves. And I don't know about you, but I'm knackered. Ever since you mentioned Star Trek, Elena, I've been craving some Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto. How 'bout' you?"
"Yeah, I could go for some Chris and Zach. Merlynn?"
"I'll follow your lead. I don't know anything about it. Relaxing in front of the telly does sound wonderful, though. Anything to not think anymore." She sets her plate on the coffee table and sags into the couch.
"I'll set it up."
The rest of the evening the three women lounge out on the sofa watching the USS Enterprise. They don't really speak anymore. Everyone worn from the day's happenings. Merlynn does enjoy the movie. The types of movies the compound presented didn't contain a lot of CGI, so it was fascinating to see. Once it was finished there wasn't much exchange between them. As Linda said at registration, Merlynn looked dead on her feet. Now she must look like rigor mortis has set in. A walking zombie back to her room, she decides against a shower. Probably would drown anyway. She doesn't even take the time to slip on pajamas, just strips down to bra and knickers. She's asleep before her head hits the pillow.
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Bzz... bzz... bzz...
Merlynn smacks her alarm off, six am. It's early, but she's an early riser. Having such an eventful day yesterday, she needs a good workout. With a quick peek out the window, she notes pleasant weather and elects to forgo the treadmill. The raven retrieves her yoga pants and sports bra from her drawers, then since it's September and a little chilly, additionally grabs her running jacket. It's cropped, but it's also fitted and long sleeved, and should still keep her warm. Once ready, she exits the flat.
It's beautiful out, and she's anticipating a fruitful run learning Camalot University's campus. The building itself is breathtaking. It's in effect, an actual authentic castle. Divergent from other schools which have multiple buildings, CamU only requires one. Due to the sheer magnitude of the castle, it houses all the departments' needs, thus not needing anymore space.
Within the sector she resides are all the student flats and dorms. When she passes the living quarters, not far, encircling the castle, are the sports fields. She recognizes the footie one from when her clan watched the sport once. Fortunately, it is the field she needs to know, as her King plays footie, and she will need to work the matches. Overall, her route is approximately five kilometers through the campus.
When Merlynn arrives home, she clocks in at thirty minutes, a decent time for an effective cardio session. She quenches her thirst following a proper cool-down and prior to finishing her strength training. She retreats to her room and plucks her equipment from the shelf, which she then re-enlarges to its original size and proceeds to complete her workout. Upper body is today. The last exercise is deltoid lifts, employing dumbbells. Finally, after finishing her regimen to warm down, Merlynn feels marvelous and desires a long, relaxing bath in her OWN loo.
The warm water soothes her muscles while she stretches across the full-length of the bathtub and basks in the peaceful silence. She rests for a glorious hour, but... unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. However, the aroma wafting in from the kitchen just might make it worthwhile. She mourns her loss as she exits the tub.
Wrapped in a thick, fluffy towel, she chooses an outfit for the day. Merlynn selects the cropped button-down in addition to a pair of frayed denim short trousers. When she gazes at her reflection, with a doting smile, she imagines Mordred. Always for you, my love. Always for you.
The now stronger scent from the kitchen draws her gaze away. Not able to resist, she bounds out the door.
Elena and Gwen are at the table enjoying their breakfast when Merlynn wanders in and overhears them discussing plans for the day. "I was hoping at some point to go to the market," she interjects, wanting to ensure it's on the schedule.
When their eyes lift at the interruption Elena drops her fork and stares, while Gwen seems frozen in time.
Goddess, she didn't mean to be rude. She just desperately needs to go to the store. "I ah... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. But would that be something I could do today?" Nothing. "You don't have to go with me! But if you could point me in the right direction..."
Elena shakes herself from her stupor as if nothing happened. "Of course I'll go with you! Why don't we make a list before we go? Pen and paper are in the kitchen drawer next to the refrigerator."
Merlynn widely smiles at the apparent time resuming and skitters off to fetch the supplies.
The two original flatmates are mutually disquited and question themselves, if they should say something.
Deciding for them, Gwen straightens herself, false confidently preparing to have a talk. "Merlynn, would you mind coming and sitting down." She pushes a chair out for the raven, signaling her to take a seat. Once her friend is settled and comfortable, the brunette begins. "Merlynn, we were wondering if you could answer a question for us... about yourself."
"Certainly."
"Well, we wanted to know... that is we were hoping you could explain... why would you..." Gwen flounders, searching for the best words. "Why do you..."
Elena pipes in when she loses patience. "Why do you dress like a two quid tart when you're pure as a unicorn?"
The brunette dips her head in her hands marveling at the lack of tact. This woman is clumsy in body and mouth.
Merlynn scans between roommates before abruptly spasming with loud and boisterous laughter. Oh Goddess, these women! One's the sweetest, the other's hilarious, the perfect pair.
Both ladies are worried their new friend is cracking up. As the raven's braying winds down to more tempid chuckles she rises and embraces them both. Is she going to answer? Did she think they weren't serious?
"I love you guys. You're the best, you know that?"
The two appreciate the compliment but moreover want a response.
Merlynn plants herself back in her chair priming for a 'getting to know you' confessional. With a warm smile, she explains. "First, from now on, know you don't have to be scared to talk to me. You can ask me anything. I'm well aware we're from different cultures, and yours is a legitimate question. My answer does have to do with Ambrosian customs. The women in my clan dress the way we do to earn more honor for our significant others. See, when we attract admirers, those whom we've enticed feel our partners are blessed, which honors them. The more alluring I am, the more honor my beloved receives. I want to honor him as much as I can, hence the clothes. Understand?"
The two women are dumbfounded by this strange tradition and are concerned for the safety of their friend. "Aren't you worried about... you know... assault?" Then Gwen remembers who she's talking to and modifies her question. "I mean... not you, obviously not you. You're Emrys and can take care of yourself. But what about the other women in your clan?" she asks sincerely.
"Well you're right I can take care of myself. Even so, I went ahead and spelled myself, so I won't have to bother. Anyone who touches me that has ill intentions is electrically shocked."
Elena snorts. "No way?" Merlynn nods, and the blonde bursts into a surge of giggles... which quickly become contagious.
It takes a minute or two before they finally settle, and then the witch finishes her answer. "As for the other women, they never leave the compound, so it's not an issue."
"Never?" The raven shakes her head. "Don't they feel trapped and controlled? Don't they realize how much they're missing out on?" Women's liberty, right?
"First, our men are perfect, and they treat us like queens. They respect us and honor us as much we do them. Second, we may not have what you have, but you also don't have what we have." She may have been sheltered, but she's never felt left out. She loves Ambrosia and doesn't regret their lifestyle in the least.
"Like what?" Elena asks with childlike curiosity.
Merlynn's lips curve in a self-satisfied smile. "Magic..." Their eager expressions drive the raven to expound on the wonders of her home. "Have you ever ridden a unicorn?" They both shake their head. "Have you ever played catch with a satyr?" Again, their heads wag. "Have you ever flown with a dragon?" The two women peek at each other raptured with tales of the mystical land. "I have, and it's incredible." She pauses, longing wistfully, then returns her focus to her friends. "So you see? I may have been sequestered from your world, but my world was quite literally magical. I've had a very fulfilling life with no regrets... Don't get me wrong, I love being here. But the only reason I am is for my King."
"Oh, speaking of that!" Gwen remembers. "We got a text from Morgana this morning...the princess," she clarifies. "Anyway, she wants us all to go to Club Avalon tonight and you can meet everyone... including Arthur."
It takes about three seconds for it to register before Merlynn leaps from her seat. "Are you serious?!" She doesn't wait for an answer, just commences pacing frantically, but wearing the brightest smile that she'd put the sun to shame. "Goddess, what am I going to wear?! What am I gonna say?!" She's suddenly balancing on the edge of a couch cushion bouncing her legs, panicking. She looks mad. "I'm gonna make an arse of myself, I know it. Goddess, I mean... I knew I was meeting him Monday..." she exhales. "Calm down, Merlynn. You'll be fine," she consoles herself. "It's only your King," she mumbles then groans in despair.
Her roommates are startled by her behavior. Meeting her on the sofa and sandwiching her on both sides, they place a hand on each thigh, gentling her. It's Gwen's enchanting voice that pacifies her intensity. "All right, now that you're calm, what's this all about, hmm? We know you're here to protect Arthur, but your reaction seems to be a bit uh...excessive."
"Yeah, why'd ya freak?" Ah, Elena her sweet, loving manner strikes again.
They must not know the prophecy. "I don't think you understand what my King means to me..." By their questioning look, Merlynn sighs perceiving her roommates need further explication. "Let me tell you a story..." The women lean in intrigued. "Once there was a king, a tyrant of a king, who vehemently persecuted magic and its people. Sorcerers suffering was known throughout all the land and quickly spread to other kingdoms. Eventually, magicals had nowhere to go and could only remain hidden for survival, all while magic was slowly being exterminated. Well, the plight of her people and creatures moved the Goddess, and she responded in kind. She assigned a savior, one who would liberate them from the king's tyranny. But this savior would face many enemies and would need protection to fulfill his destiny. So she took magic and molded it into a babe, which she then implanted in a chosen vessel's womb. Now, she needed the bond between the savior and magic to be everlasting, so together they could fulfill their destiny to free all things magical. So she removed each of their souls and forged them together, making one. She then split the one soul and gave them each half, so that they are forever entwined and forever connected." Merlynn takes a moment to reflect on her own creation but then remembers her audience. Swiveling to face them once more, she makes the point behind her behavior. "Arthur is the savior and I am Magic. So you see, I was made for him. I was created for him. He's my other half. From the moment I was born I've trained, so that one day I would join my King in destiny, uniting us once again. All I do is for him, because of him. He is my everything. So yeah... meeting him is kind of a big deal to me."
Both Elena and Gwen are captivated with the history of the savior and Magic, indisputably the most romantic story they've ever heard. Which begs the question...
"What about your fiance?" they ask in unison. They are so confused, which isn't helped by the now dreamy expression that graces their roommate's face. They look at one another thoroughly bemused.
"My beloved? That's another tale." They stare urging her to continue. She sighs before she speaks? "Mordred and I have been engaged since I was six. As soon as he was born we were betrothed."
The two women are now temporarily paralyzed. What? Did they hear that right?
"Merlynn, if you were engaged at six, and he was engaged when he was born, are you saying Mordred is fourteen years old?" Gwen needs this clarified. Merlynn nods.
"I know people have a problem with our age difference, my clan included, but if you see us together, we work. We don't do anything untoward. We aren't allowed to kiss until he's sixteen, and we'll marry when he's eighteen. Whenever we're in public he ages himself so we look more appropriate. There've been a few times I've deaged myself, too. But when it's just us we stay natural. I'm going to Skype him later if you want to meet him. Goddess, he's going to be so excited I'm meeting our King tonight!" The raven's back to quivering with giddiness. "He wants to meet him almost as much as I do. It will be good to talk to him. He'll help calm my nerves."
The girls don't know what to say. This is the strangest, yet romantic, yet volatile situation they've ever known. They aren't sure how the whole dynamic between Magic, the fiance, and the savior is supposed to work. And Merlynn doesn't seem phased by any of it. She's Arthur's soul but Mordred's heart? The concept is mind-boggling. They fear it's inevitable that someone's going to be hurt. They're pulled from their thoughts when the witch vaults off the settee.
"Goddess, we have to get moving!" She tries dragging them with her. "We still have to go to the store, and I'm going to need at least two hours to prepare for my King. Goddess, the King! I'll definitely have to Skype Mordred, or my bones are going to shake right out of my skin!"
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Merlynn rushes to the door and flings it open. "Yes, can I help you?" she demands urgently. The delivery man solidifies, gawking at the sight of the raven beauty. "Hello?" She doesn't have time for this! What is his problem? Fortunately, Elena comes from behind her to hopefully speed things along.
"Hi, do you have a package?"
"Uh... What? Oh, ah... yes, yes I have a package! It's for..." He scrolls through his device. "A Merlynn Ambrose. I need a signature."
Elena snatches the device and the package from his hands and passes them to her roommate, who signs for it electronically. She then gives the still gaping gentleman back his equipment and thanks him politely before slamming the door. The blonde looks to the curly haired brunette. "I have a feeling that's going to happen a lot."
Gwen nods, fully believing they'll need to be fending off many future blokes.
Elena returns her attention to their witch, who's clearly still anxious about the evening's plans. Good thing she has an excuse to change the subject. "I think that's your laptop, Merlynn. I told you it would be here today. With classes starting Tuesday, it's just in time."
"Can we work on it tomorrow? It's getting late, and there's already a lot to do," the raven pleads obviously fretting.
"Of course." The blonde grins tenderly in understanding. "Go get your purse." Merlynn beams and bolts to her room. "So, what'd ya think?" she asks Gwen, still staring at the abandoned hallway.
"I'm worried."
"Me too."
--
Merlynn is still feeling restless regarding her future encounter with her King, when they return from the market. She hastily puts the groceries away, indiscriminately placing perishables in the cupboards. She brews some tea, aiming to calm her anxiety.
"How was it?" The question is for both of them, but Gwen is specifically eyeing Elena.
The spunky blonde snorts, then flops next to Gwen on the couch, readying to air their shopping escapade. "Hilarious. Shoppers were crashing into each other right and left. One even knocked over the apple tower. The clerk also kept miscounting our money, and two people in our line mixed up their groceries. I saw no less than three parents immediately walkout with their children. I thought they were going to kick us out!"
Merlynn putters in balancing a tray of tea, and joins the conversation. "I'm seriously thinking of going back there when I have more time and scanning it for magic. I think it might be cursed. I've never seen so many accidents and mishaps. Did you see those two cars in the parking lot almost crash?! I'm telling you, it's not normal."
"Something magical all right," Elena mumbles to herself.
With a slight giggle, Gwen swats the blonde's arm. "Shh!"
Silently savoring her tea, Merlynn surveys the room and recalls an idea. "What would you think about giving our living space a make-over? With magic?" she mentions optimistically.
The women colonized on the couch glance at one another, interested.
"What are we talking here? Something here and there or a complete overhaul?" the blonde fishes.
"Whatever you want. I could just make some repairs, refurbish some furniture, clean and unpack. Or... I can redesign everything in whatever style you like. I can't change the layout because of the landlord. I wouldn't want to anyway. I think this place has a lot of potential as is." She rests patiently, awaiting their answer.
"Let's say we say yes. Would you be able to switch it back, or will it be permanent?" Gwen asks pragmatically.
"I can undo anything you like."
Elena is jostling the brunette eagerly, praying she'll approve the total redo. Recognizing there are no cons to this offer, she concedes.
The blonde squeals, clapping her hands and hopping joyfully. "Yes! When are you gonna do it?"
Merlynn scans the room a second time, this time giving it a more thorough look. "How 'bout now?" She receives enthusiastic head bobs. "Any particular style, or do we just want to see what Magic comes up with?"
"Magic."
"Yes. Definitely Magic."
Well, good they're in agreement. Merlynn maneuvers to the center of the room and braces herself for the undertaking. Crouching, she rests her palms level to the floor. A golden plane spreads the full-extent of the room appearing as if the magic was emerging from the floor. The sheet of light rises as Merlynn slowly stands, always staying even with her hands. The magic grows brighter as levels go higher, blinding the area's occupants. When the raven begins to raise her extended arms the mystic energy follows and only ceases when she is palm to palm. As the light begins to fade Magic's makeover is revealed.
Her roommates stand awestruck at their new home, because that's what it is. The layout hasn't been altered, but excluding that, everything else has. The only minor modification is now they're unpacked. It's the motif that has been perfectly restyled in a comfortable contemporary. The entire flat is clean. The carpets are plush. The couch is leather. The chairs are upholstered in luxurious fabric. The dining set, coffee table, end tables, and sofa table are solid wood, all rectangular for a cleaner design. Flanking their TV are built in shelves. The interior and layout was always modernized and contemporary, so now the decor matches.
"Oh Merlynn."
"Do you like it?"
Gwen and Elena are gleaming. "Like it? We love it! How'd you do this?" Elena bolts to the loft. "Gwen! We have a lounge and a study nook!"
Merlynn glimpses the time. "Tell you what, why don't I answer that question later." It's kind of a long explanation if they really want to know. She doubts they care anyway. They nod in acceptance. "But you're happy?"
"Definitely!" Both women say in unison.
"Wonderful, then if it's okay I'd like to get ready." Merlynn ascends to her feet, but realizes she's missing some key information. "Er, what do you do at a club?"
"Drink and dance."
"Really?!" She beams. "I love to dance! Now I know exactly what to wear!" Merlynn departs to her room to initiate preparations for meeting her King.
Meanwhile the roommates are left lounging in the living room, relishing in their new home. "I don't think I will ever live in a place this nice again." Gwen says while especially admiring the built in bookcases.
"If you're still friends with Merlynn you will."
"I'm not going to take advantage of my friend, Elena. "
"No, you're right. I wouldn't either. It is nice though, eh?"
"That's an understatement." She pats her on the leg and propels herself off the couch. "Come on. We could indulge in this place all day, but we should beautify ourselves too, earn Lance and Gwaine some honor." She winks. "That reminds me, we also want to meet Mordred, and if she," signals to Merlynn's room, "...is his fiance... well, I don't want to look like a troll now, do I?"
"Gwen, we'll never be trolls. But, you're right. If he's used to Ambrosian women then we need at least a little grooming." Elena recalls something said priorly that halts her following the brunette. "Uh, are we forgetting we're talking about a fourteen year old?"
Mentioning of the child fiance stops Gwen's advance as well. "God, you're right. It's so odd, and I don't know how I feel about it. She's obviously in love with him, but she also said they don't do anything physical."
"They don't, but the idea of having romantic feelings for a child seems so... wrong. But at the same time I don't want to judge. After all she was raised knowing this kid was going to be her husband. Maybe it's just kind of ingrained, you know."
"Yeah, I can't imagine. She says that he ages himself when they're in public though. Maybe she's seen enough of the older him the feelings worked themselves out."
"Maybe. I don't know how it works, but if she's happy and as she says nothing 'untoward' is happening then who am I to judge?"
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right." Enough gossip, Gwen. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against. "All right. We still have dates tonight and need to get moving."
"Right you are. My knight in shining locks awaits."
The brunette snickers. Gwaine really does have the best hair. "You can go first. I need to use the iron."
"Thanks. I wonder what she's going to wear. You know it's going to be good."
"Good is not the word I would use for Merlynn's wardrobe. Entertaining maybe."
"Very entertaining. Shit, all that girl has is 'entertaining'."
"She's sweet, though, isn't she? And so innocent. She's a walking paradox."
"What'd you say we make a bet about that paradox?"
"I'm listening."
"I bet you ten quid that whatever she's wearing leaves five of ours speechless and she gets ten sparks on the dance floor."
"Pshh, I bet more than that. You're on. No changing after we see it."
"Mmm. Well, I better get moving if you're showering after me." The blonde marches to her room to gather her clothes. She unequivocally needs to take it up a notch tonight.
--
As she was the first to shower, Elena is the first ready. Merlynn is Skyping Mordred for a private conversation before the two women meet him. Elena is wearing a tight, red, knit, mini dress with strategic cut outs, but a fairly high neckline and three inch heels in the same color. Her hair is shoulder length and styled with soft waves.
Next to emerge from the bathroom is Gwen. She's dressed in an electric blue, shiny romper. Hers contrasts with Merlynn's in that her shorts are longer and the top rides off the shoulders with a straight neckline veiling any cleavage from view. Six inch stilettos adorn her feet, and her hair is pinned up in a stylish bun with hanging tendrils. The overall look is a respectable sultry. Elena is borderline indecent, but with a boyfriend like Gwaine, it's appropriate.
"Well, looking good, sexy," Elena appraises with a waggish grin.
"Likewise," Gwen reciprocates. "Something tells me Merlynn's outfit is going to blow ours out of the water."
"Oh, I think that's a given."
"How'd you think Arthur's going to handle it?" The brunette is rightfully concerned.
"Not well," Elena imagines. "What'd you think Mordred's like?"
Gwen snorts. "He's a teenage boy with a 'super model' for a fiance. What'd you expect?" It's not really a question.
"It'll still be weird seeing a fourteen year old with Merlynn, especially since she could easily have Arthur. He's gonna want to pounce on her the second he meets her."
"I know. That's what worries me. She already knows what he looks like, and she's not attracted to him. She only has eyes for this Mordred," Gwen motions to the door.
"Yeah, and after seeing her I don't think he'll ever be satisfied with anyone else. Especially since she's going to be close to him forever... I mean... forever's a long time to be in unrequited love."
Gwen bows in agreement. Their conversation is interrupted when a door opens and Merlynn manifests. "Hey, do you guys still want to meet Mordred."
They both aren't exactly shocked, but they're shocked! Merlynn does not disappoint, that's for sure. God, it's going to be a riot watching everyone's reactions. That's if she's even allowed in! Well, they need to get a hold of themselves. They can't meet Mordred like this. Feign nonchalance, right? They can do that. They glance at each other, then join hands and squeeze them knowingly.
After they collect themselves, Elena remembers Merlynn asked a question. What was...? Oh! 'do we want to meet Mordred?' "Definitely!" No way is the blonde missing meeting Merlynn's 'love.'
"Yes," Gwen answers simply.
"Okay. Now would you be more comfortable if he ages himself?"
"I don't know about you," she nods in the direction of Elena. ..." but I'm curious to see him both ways."
"Yeah, I want to see the full package." Gwen's eyes widen at her friend's words. Then Elena realizes and tries to back pedal. "I mean... " But of course Merlynn doesn't know the reference, so she skips over it.
"Well, right now he's natural so we can stay with that first, eh?" They nod in agreement. "All right, come on in then. He can't wait to meet you either." She grins happy her love is meeting her roommates, joining the old and new halves of her life.
--
Earlier...
Just a little lipbalm for a glossy shine. There. Merlynn has finalized glamorizing herself for meeting her King. Peering into the mirror, her reflection 'says' beautiful, but it also 'says' fear. She has to be perfect. Everything has to be perfect. This is what she's been waiting for and dreaming of since she was a child. At least at the club she can show off her assets. On Monday she'll have to wear a stuffy uniform. She's clean, she's dressed, her hair is done, her nails are polished, her make-up is on... The raven knows she's just wrestling with her courage at this point. She has to move forward and not sabotage the night before it even begins. With that in mind, she deems herself ready and arranges to call her warlock.
Mercifully, Elena loaned her her laptop as hers isn't sorted yet. Otherwise, they'd suffer using Merlynn's phone. The computer rests on the bed, figuring that's where they'd all have enough room to see. She's propped pillows along the headboard for comfort. Now that she's prepared to host her flatmates she plops herself in front of the screen and presses video call.
"Is that my dragonlady?" Mordred comes into focus, prompting a soft smile to grace Merlynn's face.
"Hello my love." Her tone is distant, half mind on her King.
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? You're all dressed up. Where you off to?" It's evident his baby is nervous, shaking like a leaf. He wonders what could have her so agitated. "Calm down, love. I'm here. Tell me what's going on," he requests tenderly.
Her eyes are vacant, deep in thought. "It's time Mordred. We're going to a club and he's going to be there... I'm going to meet our King." She bows her head disbelieving her own words. She knew this was coming. They were scheduled to meet Monday anyway. But planning, preparing... It's different when everything you've waited your whole life for becomes reality. Goddess, reality! This is real! This is happening! Her breathing starts to pick up and become erratic. She's panicking!
"Baby?... Love?... Merlynn?! Take deep breaths. Here, in four... out four... in four... out four." Each breath grows longer at Mordred's guidance. Once it's regular again, he notices her eyes are still downcast. "Beloved?... Merlynn? Look at me and listen to me," he insists gently. When her eyes meet his he smiles tenderly. "I want you to remember something, love. This is meant to happen. He's the other half of your soul. A half cannot truly hate what makes it whole. I guarantee he wants to meet you as much as you want to meet him. He just doesn't know it yet. You were raised knowing this. He wasn't. Give him time. He literally has forever."
Forever. Yes, he does have forever. He can't reject her forever. He can't ignore her forever. He can't avoid her forever. Mordred's right, Arthur is hers and she is his. They aren't a possibility. They are a guarantee. What is she worrying about? With her new perspective, her countenance changes. It's brighter, and she feels lighter. And it's all thanks to her warlock.
"I love you, you know that? I knew you were who I needed to talk to. You always know how to cheer me up. And you're right. It's already set in the stars that we will be everlasting. So no matter what happens tonight, that is always inevitable." She's blissfully relieved.
"You got it!" He beams proudly. "Now, let me get a look at this getup, you've got on!"
"Ohhh!" She bounds off the bed enthusiastically, and moves to tilt the screen on the laptop to widen his range of vision. Then she stands back so her club wear can be seen in full view. "Can you see it?"
"Oh yeah, I can see it all right! And I can't look away. Dragonlady, you're gonna knock em' dead. Come on back. I want a close up."
The witch moves to face the screen. "So, you think I'll bank you some honor tonight?" she asks with a playful grin.
"Baby, I think you'll need a truck to hold the honor you earn. You know I have the hottest girl alive, right?"
She blushes bashfully at the compliment.
But then he modifies his tone and continues with all sincerity looking direct into her eyes, "also with the most humility... because she doesn't even know it. My love, you acquire all this honor for me, but I am the most honored to be betrothed to you." They both smile adoringly eyes to eyes.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Mood reversal. "My roommates want to meet you. Do you want to?"
"Sure." Shifting from the lost romantic moment with his witch. "I would love to meet the fellow dwellers of my dragonlady's abode," he agrees humorously, which has Merlynn snickering at her warlock's sometimes absurdity. She ambles to the door to let her friends in.
--
Upon entrance, they spot Elena's laptop open on the bed facing the wall. They mosey to the head and engulf themselves in the pillows against the backboard, situated facing the computer.
Mordred at first sight... wow! His eyes... fuck his eyes... their mesmerizing. They are almost wholly white! With the least, tiniest tint of a blueish gray. They remind you of ice. They're otherworldly, that's what they are... magical. Definitely worthy of Magic, herself. The rest of him, oddly enough, doesn't match. The rest is by contrast unremarkable, if they're being honest. He's fourteen and he looks fourteen. His hair is dark, almost as dark as Merlynn's, with a slight curl. His appearance can at best be characterized as boyish, typical.
"Hi, I'm Elena." Need to get these introductions moving. "Merlynn's told us so much about you." She thinks on it a little more. "Actually, she hasn't, but she's only been here a day. What she has told us is you exist, and she's faithful and hopelessly devoted to you."
His cheeks fade to a rosey hue and he grins. "Well, the feeling is mutual, I assure you." He scopes behind the blonde as if trying to get a glipse of her. "Yeah, I don't know that much about you either. But, it's not like there isn't time. Maybe tonight is about seeing one another, so that when Merlynn does talk to us, we have a picture of whom she's talking about," he says with a friendly smile.
Damn! This kid is mature. If she weren't looking at him she'd think she was speaking with an adult. Even his voice has already deepened to a depth lower than most men! Honestly, it's a tad unnerving in this form. Gwen needs to meet him so he can do his morphy thing. "I think that is a very logical assumption. How 'bout I let Gwen take over, then she'll have a picture of you and visa versa."
"Oh course. Would love to meet her."
Yep. Patently, not a fourteen year old. "Gwen, come closer and meet Merl's boytoy!" She is still lazing in the pillows when Elena calls her forward.
"Alright I'm coming! Honestly Elena." She shakes her head amused at her friend. "Hello, I'm Gwen. And your Mordred. And you're fourteen..." The brunette's eyes widen. She didn't mean to mention his age! "Not that there's anything wrong with being fourteen! I mean I was fourteen once... of course. Ah, I guess you're in school, right? Fourteen would be year nine, year ten? God, you probably don't want to talk about school. Kids hate school... Not that you're a kid!... Well, you are but... there's nothing wrong with being a kid. You know enjoy it while it lasts, adulthood sucks. Not that you're not an adult! Well... I mean you aren't but... uh... God, someone save me," she begs.
Behind her, Elena and Merlynn are snickering at their roommate's legendary prattle, but its Mordred who takes pity. "Hey Gwen?" He's charmed by this adorable woman. "It's okay. Everything you said is true. I am a kid. I go to school on the compound, and we don't track our grades. I'm not ashamed of who I am, Gwen, and I'm not in the least offended by what you said. I find both you and Elena lovely, and I'm grateful Merlynn is living with people, such as yourselves. Now, I do think my current appearance unsettles you, which is expected and normal. It might be a good time to age myself." He winks showing no hard feelings.
Gwen is impressed. He may look fourteen, but he certainly doesn't act like it. "Elena, he's ready!" The blonde and raven scooch closer.
The witch wants to observe her friends' reactions when they see him. She knows what they'll think, and she hides a smug grin. Ha! Which is confirmed with Elena's shriek.
"Holy fuck! Merlynn gotta hottie!" Elena slams a hand over her mouth. Did she really say that out loud?
Gwen clears her throat and tries to be more subtle. "She means to say... you are a very attractive man, Mordred. Merlynn is very blessed."
The girls weren't lying. He fills out with time. He's not a bulky fit, more of a lythe one, but fit he is. And those eyes... god, those eyes will entrance you and you'll never escape.
"Why thank you, I try to be as close to Merlynn's league as I can."
"You're in my league, love. If we have to, we'll make our own." The girls watch as the couple gaze into each other's eyes dotingly. In Mordred's other form their exchanges felt awkward and uncomfortable. But in this form they're adorable and romantic, and no denying... absolutely in love.
"Hey, I got a question for you Mordred. What'd you think of Merlynn meeting Arthur?" She's questioning Mordred, but she peeks at Gwen, who Elena knows is shocked she would be so bold. Truth be told, though, the blonde can see her kinky haired roommate wants to hear his answer as much as she does.
"I think she is going to be fine. They have been destined for centuries, and will remain together forever. I don't think she has anything to be worried about with one night at the club." He winks at Merlynn half flirtatiously and half reiterating what they said earlier.
The two women are dumbstruck... Seriously? Just... dumbstruck.
Gwen, breaks the couple from their loving gaze. "Well, we are going to have to leave for Avalon soon, so why don't Elena and I let you two have some privacy to wrap things up. Mordred, it was lovely to meet you. Hopefully, we'll have more time sometime to get to know each other." Gwen is shoving Elena towards the door, afraid her friend will say something inappropriate.
"Ditto!" She screams as Gwen pushes her all the way out and shuts the door.
"What the hell was that?!" Elena bursts, quietly though. Merlynn's still in the next room.
"He's as clueless as she is!"
"Tell ya what, I think they've got you and Lance beat."
"I would have to agree." There's a pregnant pause while the girls reflect on the night.
"So, what'd ya think?"
"I think Arthur's in trouble."
"Yep."
--
"Well, those were my roommates."
"They're great Merlynn, really. I couldn't ask for better for my baby."
Merlynn adores her betrothed. No one makes her feel like he does, cherished and treasured. Regrettably, she can't bask in his love forever. "We do have to get out of here. I hate to let you go." She would never stop talking to him if she could.
He places is hand flat against the screen, exhibiting his support and devotion. "Beloved, go and meet your destiny. I will always be here."
The hearts in their eyes are indisputable. They are clearly besotted.
"Goodbye my love." She blows a kiss, which he catches and pulls it to his lips. She shakes her head fondly... and signs off.
It takes her a moment to pull from her dreamy haze. "Well, Merlynn like he said... you have a date with destiny."
With that thought in mind, she retrieves her leather jacket and is out the door.
Merlynn's culture is not my creation. It's loosely based on a reality series I saw once featuring diverse lifestyles around the world.