Merlynn meets everyone and continues to shock and awe.
You can hear the music pumping from the street. People lined up along the outside of a three story, brick building. A large, blue, neon Avalon sign plastered against the face of it. There are no windows, just a nondescript door with a large, broad shouldered man dressed all in black as security.
"Lance texted me. He, Gwaine, and Elyan are already inside. He says Percival should be here soon with Mithian and Sefa. Who knows when the royals will show?" From experience they all know the prince and princess set their own schedule.
Instead of heading to the back of the line, Elena pushes them towards the door. The man in black assesses the three women, and with a sly grin, steps aside for them to enter. "Have a good evening, ladies."
Merlynn glances down the long line in confusion. Elena notices. "Beauty brings more business." Merlynn appraises herself and her company. They are an attractive bunch, she can't deny that. But the idea that this man is standing outside judging everyone's appearance, and said judgment can deny one's entry isn't right. She rather wait in line. Before she can turn around and walk out, however, the blonde is manhandling Gwen and her, dragging them across the club somewhere towards the back. "I see them!"
It's dark, but lights are flashing, and the booths around the perimeter all have overhead lighting. The dance area is a sunken floor you have to step down into, and it's located squarely in the center of the club. The bar is black marble and lines the far right wall. Merlynn's never seen anything like this, and she feels a tad out of place. Add that to her nerves over her soon meeting of the prince, and she's not ashamed to admit, is shaking a little bit.
"Gwaine!" Elena releases both of them and practically leaps into the arms of a bloke standing next to one of the booths close to the bar. Considering that they are now enveloped in a passionate kiss, Merlynn thinks it's safe to assume this must be Elena's boyfriend. He looks to be a few years older than her, not a lot, but enough to know it would be a stretch to say he was a student. The facial hair might age him a little too, which appears scruffy, but at the same time neat and trim. He has shoulder length, wavy, brown hair that would not be out of place in a shampoo ad. Overall, he's handsome with a rogueish flair.
In the meantime, Gwen has nuzzled up to a gentleman already parked in the booth, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, which he returns with a warm smile. The greetings each woman gives show a large distinction in their personalities. Elena, the obvious exhibitionist and Gwen, classic girl next door. Said 'girl next door's' beau wears his hair shorter than the other man. He's slightly darker complected and has soulful brown eyes. There's an air of nobility about him, knight in shining armor so to speak. Also, a very attractive man.
Merlynn's attention is broken when Elena's boyfriend responds to her enthusiastic approach. "Hello to you too, love. Want to get out of here now or have a drink first?" He leers flirtatiously at the blonde.
"Later, I promise. First, I want to introduce you to our new roommate." The rogue follows his girlfriend's gaze to the woman hovering off to the side. "Gwaine, Lancelot, this is Merlynn. Merlynn, these are our boyfriends, Gwaine and Lancelot."
"Hello." The two men seem to be struck dumb... until Gwaine gets a swift kick in the shin.
"Ow! Uh..." He clears his throat. It's not often Gwaine is speechless. "Enchante mon cherie." He raises her wrist to kiss the back of her hand.
Oh, he speaks French! "Bonjour, heureux de vous recontrer. Elena m'a tellement parle de toi."
"Uh..." He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry, that's all I know."
Not used to seeing Gwaine so uneven footed, his friend decides to rescue him from his awkwardness. "Nice to meet you Merlynn. Call me Lance." He rises to reach across the table and shake her hand. "We haven't heard that much about you, but look forward to getting to know you."
"Speaking of getting to know you..." His girlfriend pipes up from beneath him. "You speak French?"
"Hm? Oh, yes. French is the only other language I speak fluent naturally, but I can speak any language through my magic."
"Wait a minute." The rogue seems to have recovered from his earlier affliction. "Merlynn, as in magic Merlynn? As in Emrys Merlynn? Arthur's Merlynn?"
She shrugs. "Guilty." A mischievous grin stretches across Gwaine's lips. The raven's not really sure how to read it or what it means, but she has a feeling she's missing something.
"Hey, where's Elyan? I thought you said he was here?" Gwen narrows her eyes at her boyfriend accusingly.
"He is here. He went to get drinks. It's crowded, babe. There's probably a long line," Lance defends himself and glances back toward the bar. "Speak of the devil..."
A dark skinned bloke is nearing, juggling a tray full of drinks. He's fit. His hair is cut short close to his scalp, and his facial features remind her of a certain roommate. Ah, this must be the sibling she'd spoken of. The man deposits the tray in the center between them. "Okay. You all sort yourselves out. I'm going to use the loo." He starts to twist in that direction when he's ensnared by the sight of the raven beauty amongst his friends.
Gwen assumes he's eventually going to introduce himself, but he's seemingly lost his tongue. She can't watch his staring contest any longer. "Merlynn, this is my brother, Elyan. Elyan, this is our new roommate, Merlynn."
"Hi... uh. Sorry... didn't... I mean I... uh. Not trying to be weird... just wasn't expecting..." he gestures to her. "Yeah."
"You really are Gwen's brother, aren't you?" she ribs good naturedly. "I thought everyone knew I was coming."
"Yeah, we did. I... uh... just didn't picture..." With his hands on his hips and head dropped in frustration, Elyan gives up on normal speech. "I'm just... surprised."
"Yeah, that's what it is," Elena points out unhelpfully, to whom he sends a venomous glare. The man is saved from his plans to relocate overseas and any further humiliation upon the arrival of two women and another gentleman.
One of the women looks a few centimeters shorter than Merlynn and Elena and has coffee brown hair that is styled straight and runs down to her shoulder blades. Her eyes are smokey with pale full lips, and she's wearing a shiny sheath dress cinched at the waist with a thin, studded belt and heels. The other woman looks about as tall as Gwen but with long auburn hair that flows in soft curls mid-way down her back. She's wearing tight, maroon, skinny trousers with a partly shear, yellow blouse that's fitted in the chest, but then waves loosely, and stiletto heels. Her facial features are tighter than her companions, but they're well balanced and work nicely. Needless to say, two more beautiful women have been added to their party.
The gentleman they came with is about the size of a small tree with trunk size limbs to match. He also wears his hair cut short to the scalp and appears to be a dark blonde. Despite his hulk like appearance, his face is warm and kind, giving you the impression of gentle giant or large teddy bear. He is not left out among the attractive group they've assembled, that's for sure. While the women have slid into the booth next to Gwen and Lancelot, tree man has zeroed in on Merlynn. She's trying to ignore it, but his stare is... intense.
"Sorry we're late all," the newly arrived brunette offers. "There must have been an accident or something. Main was bumper to bumper."
"Yeah, we probably would have beat them here a half hour ago if we'd taken White Hill instead, like I suggested," the irritated red head chimes in.
"Wouldn't have beaten Gwaine, Elyan, and me. We got here earlier. But all the girls have only been her about twenty minutes."
"All the girls?" The fresh arrival had forgotten about the new roommate.
Gwaine has been waiting for this. He's been watching his friend watch Merlynn, and he's aching to make the introductions at the first opportunity. "The girls' new flatmate... Meet. Merlynn. Merlynn, this is Sefa, Mithian, and my mate, Percival. We all call him Percy."
"Hello," she says politely.
"Oh my... Uh, yes. Yes, I'm Mithian." She ascends to her feet to shake Merlynn's hand. "It's nice to meet you. This is my roommate, Sefa."
Nodding her 'hello' seems to be all the red head can manage.
Smack! You can audibly hear the connection Gwaine's hand has with Percival's back. "Snap out of it, mate! Say hi, Perce."
He may not be able to form complete sentences, but he is able to follow orders. "Hi."
Merlynn responds with a soft smile.
Deciding to intervene and relieve some of the uneasiness in the air, Gwen gathers everyone's attention with a single clap. "Well, I say we don't wait around any longer and go and have some fun. Merlynn, you said you like to dance, right? Join me on the dance floor?"
"Oh yes, if we were late there's no telling when his and her highness will show," Mithian interjects.
"Great! Merlynn?"
The raven's face brightens. "Yes, absolutely!" She loves to dance and has been thirsting to get on the dance floor since she got there. She removes her jacket and lays it on the bench of the booth, then hoists Gwen up next to her.
The curly haired brunette has a knowing smirk as she peers around the group. They were startled at the small view they had of Merlynn's club wear from under the jacket, but nothing could have prepared them for the sight of it in all it's glory. Her current actions are only heightening the experience of the reveal. It's like Merlynn's body's been electrified at finally getting out there. She's bouncing around her roommate like she needs to use the loo.
"Come on Gwen!" Merlynn whines impatiently.
The brunette giggles at the childish behavior. "I'm right behind you Merlynn. Why don't you go on and I'll meet you down there?" With a wide toothy grin the raven bobs her head and gambols to the dance floor.
Gwen glances back at her now gaping friends and smiles to herself. "I am easily winning this bet." She glimpses up to see random flashes among the dancers and mourns why she didn't wager more.
At the table Elena is sipping her beer, amused at all her dumbfounded companions. "So, what'd' ya all think of my new roomie?" she taunts.
"Before you get any ideas," Gwaine is looking specifically at Elyan and Percival, "she's Arthur's," he states protectively.
"Actually, she's not," the blonde corrects her boyfriend, who's now looking at her like he missed something. He did. But it's not his fault it hadn't been mentioned... until now. "She's engaged." She continues to sip her drink nonchalantly. "And he's fourteen." You could hear a pin drop. Wait for it... One... Two...
"What?!" Nearly in perfect unison.
She can't make out who's saying what. There's just a bunch of indecipherable sputter until she finally flashes her hand up to silence everyone. "Not my story guys. You will have to hear it from her." She finishes her drink.
A purse is dropped onto the table between them. "Hear what from whom? What's up with all of you? You look like you've seen a ghost or something." The princess has arrived and is already demanding attention.
"Or something all right," the giant mutters, breaking his silence to confirm the royal's suspicion.
Her question continues to be ignored in favor of another one. "Where's Arthur?" Elyan asks of the missing prince.
She narrows her eyes annoyed at the diversion, but she'll bite. "He's with Leon helping direct the security team, so we can hopefully have a relatively peaceful night. Now, someone please tell me why everyone looks like their dog just died."
Everyone does appear sort of stunned in a trance. Elena was hoping her lot would consider the witch appealing, but by the looks on their faces, it seems they're leaning more towards appalling, and she doesn't like it. She loves Merlynn, and she wants her friends to love her too. Then it hits her in realization, and she smacks her forehead at her stupidity. "God, she's not a pedophile, guys! I promise you it's not what you think, you just have to hear it from her."
"Whoa, pedophile?" This conversation just got interesting. The princess is practically foaming at the mouth for juicy gossip. But before she can get the scoop they are interrupted by yet another arrival, two to be exact.
The prince slides in next to her, leaving his "first knight" upright next to Gwaine by the table. "What are we talking about?"
"Perfect timing as always, brother. I was just inquiring to find out why all our friends look catatonic. It apparently has something to do with someone being a pedophile."
"Not a pedophile," Elena reiterates.
"Okay, who's not a pedophile?"
"Hopefully all of us, princess," Gwaine answers with a hint of mirth.
"You know what I mean."
"Elena and Gwen's new roommate," Sefa states.
"Their new roommate is a pedophile?"
"She is NOT a pedophile!"
"Okay, she's not a pedophile." Morgana mollifies the blonde. "But why was everyone thinking she was one?" She's still confused and no one is clarifying anything.
"That's the story Elena was saying we have to hear from Merlynn herself," Mithian explains.
"All right. Then where is this Merlynn?" She's annoyed at how the group keeps circumventing any actual answers.
The tall ginger that came in with the royal is suddenly jolted forward and pushed into the table. "Oomf!"
"Oh, excuse me Leon! Sorry, we just had to come and get something to drink. It gets hot out there! Hi Arthur, Morgana." A breathless Gwen rounds him and Elena jumps up so her roommate can rest next to her boyfriend.
The blonde scoots in behind to whisper in her ear. "Any fireworks?"
The curly haired brunette snorts. "You have no idea. I lost count. I so won that bet," Gwen quietly announces triumphantly.
"Yeah, yeah. I figured that when I saw these buffoons' reactions," the blonde concedes.
"We?" Arthur wonders. Gwen said 'we', didn't she? The shorter woman's only response is a grin with a wink that leaves him puzzled.
Just then Merlynn ambles forward behind Leon. Gwaine notices and spies the prince devilishly.
"Sorry, got held up." She leans into the table panting.
"Sparks?" Gwen grins knowingly.
Merlynn just nods, oblivious of the implication.
"Sparks?" Gwaine heard something about that earlier and is curious.
"You'll have to go dance with Merlynn and see for yourself," Elena tells her boyfriend, amused at his childlike curiosity.
"Later please. I need to catch my breath."
Arthur isn't even listening to the exchange, too enamored with the vision in front of him. With her three inch heels she is probably about his height. Raven black hair cascades down her back, nearly to her waist. Her skin is flawless, a pale, creamy, alabaster silk that currently glistens with perspiration from her time on the dance floor. And bloody hell! She's the epitome of club finery, accoutred in a raiment of all black leather. It's two pieces. The trousers ride low almost exposing her hip bones and appear as if they are painted on. Her C cup breasts are covered with a slim tube top, leaving her abdominals and upper chest on display. Her shoulders and arms remain naked with only sparkly gauntlets that cuff her forearms. Skin. So much skin! Despite her absolutely mouthwatering attire, what he's mesmerized most with is her face. Cheekbones that could cut glass, full plush lips that were just made for snogging, and her eyes... he could live in those eyes. He belongs in those eyes. He's sure that that shade of blue does not exist on any other orbs on the planet. They are for him. He knows they are for him alone. The group at first is entertained by the prince's obvious enchantment of the raven beauty (no pun intended), but knowing what they do, they're becoming concerned.
The princess does not know, however, and her grin is positively evil. "Close your mouth, brother. You're drooling."
At the sound of the unknown voice, Merlynn's head perks up. Eyes widen and jaw drops in realization of who sits before her. "Oh wow." Now she's the one speechless. The princess actually looks a lot like her. Jet black hair that is currently styled in an updo, so she's not sure how long it is, and pale skin. She has full lips that she has painted fire-engine red and bright, emerald green eyes. She's sitting, so Merlynn doesn't know what she's wearing on bottom, but her top rides off the shoulder and is shimmering with sequins. Last, are her platinum gauntlets that actually make an attractive matching accessory, if you disregard what they're for, of course. Sadly, copper users are doomed to always clash.
The prince's lodged next to his sister, so she can't tell how tall he is. He's tan complected and looks to be quite fit, which makes sense, because he plays footie, and she doubts a royal would let themselves go anyway. He has blonde, straight hair that is long enough to swish over his eyebrows but short enough to leave his eyes and ears visible. From the distance it appears he has blue eyes, but she's not entirely certain that's accurate. He has a straight, Roman nose and wavy lips. His teeth seem to be slightly crooked, but instead of being a flaw, help him form a smile that is unique to him. He perfectly personifies the classic Disney prince.
She notices another bloke she passed when she reached the table. He's tall with curly, strawberry blonde hair that he wears long enough to cover his ears but not quite reach his chin. He also, like the rogue, has a scruffy beard that, on him, still looks clean-cut. He's handsome as well.
In summation, when she observes the now complete party sitting and/or standing around the table, she reckons they all could have walked directly off the runway. She'd be interested to know if any of them actually have been in the modeling profession.
Once she has finished scanning the new arrivals, her eyes are drawn back to her prince. Her King! She finally finds her voice. "Wow! Yeah. Goddess, I can't believe it's you. I was supposed to meet you on Monday, but when they told me I could meet you tonight I just... yeah, I mean... wasn't going to pass that opportunity up. I mean...you know Monday was going to be all formal and stuffy and everything. This way we can get to know each other. I mean..." She sighs in awe. "I've been waiting my whole life to meet you. I was made for you," she says her eyes not straying from his.
Arthur's listening to this angel before him, but isn't coherently processing any of it. She does seem to be just as taken with him as he is her, which makes him want to shout from the tallest rooftop. God, he's in love! Truly, unequivocally in love! Say something, Arthur!
"Well hello, beautiful. Wanna dance?"
Merlynn's caught off guard while gazing into her King's eyes. After a moment she severs contact and responds to the man behind her. "Excuse me?'
"I asked if you wanted to dance. You're easily the sexiest bird here, and look like you've..." He ogles her figure. "...got moves."
Merlynn beams at honoring her beloved more. "Awww, thank you! But no. I'm engaged," she says politely, raising her left hand to show him her ring. "But I appreciate the compliment." She smiles and rounds again to focus on her King, leaving a gobsmacked suitor in her wake.
Merlynn notices the princess is frowning and realizes she's completely overlooked her in favor of her King. "Oh, I'm sorry! I don't mean to ignore you. It's nice to meet you too. I've just... I'm his, you know? You understand" Silence. She's surprised at the lack of response, but then she remembers, "Goddess, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Merlynn. You might know me as Emrys." She reaches across the table to shake both royals' hands. When she gets to the prince she adds, "I'm your personal bodyguard." Still nothing. "And you're Morgana and Arthur... I mean of course you know who you are... I just was letting you know I know, so you didn't feel like you have to... you know, introduce yourself." Both royals stare at her like she's a new exhibit at the local zoo. She tries to salvage the moment by turning to the gentleman stationed to her left. "I'm Merlynn." She extends her arm to shake the final hand of the night.
"Leon," he says with a warm smile, which she reciprocates, but you can tell it's forced, as she gets more and more disheartened by the second. She reluctantly faces back to her charge.
Still nothing. "I'm sorry I've been talking so much. I'm just a bit... starstruck." If she couldn't already hear the music and crowd behind her, she'd think she'd stopped time. After a few moments she can't take anymore. She has to get out of there or she's going to cry. "Um... you know I'm not tired anymore. I think I'll go dance some more." She steps around Leon to leave, but remembers priorly Gwaine wanted to go with her. "Gwaine, were you still wanting to dance?"
The rogue takes a moment to compose himself from the uncomfortable atmosphere. He can tell Merlynn is hurting, and he needs to be there for her. "Of course, love. Let's go, and you can show me what you got." Merlynn forces an appreciative grin and they both ready to leave.
"Hold up!" Elena also saw the pain in Merlynn's eyes, and it is her duty as roommate and new best friend to cheer her up. "I'm coming too. She slides out of the booth. Before she joins them she glares at the group situated around the table and zeroes in on Gwen. She gestures indicating the whole party, then points at her other roommate. Gwen gives a tight nod in understanding. Everyone needs some explanation. The blonde turns and darts to meet Gwaine and Merlynn, so they can retreat to the dance floor.
Arthur watches as who he's pretty sure is the love of his life disappears into the crowd and wonders what the hell just happened?! He thought their connection was mutual, based on how she was talking anyway. When the bloke came and asked her to dance his blood boiled with jealousy. The way he was looking at her... hooo... the way he was undressing her with his eyes... Morgana had to hold Arthur back. But the biggest bomb...what was like a bucket of ice water poured on what he thought was obvious heat between them was... she's engaged?! What the ever lov'n fuck?! Gwen is staring daggers into each of them, so maybe someone is going to account for what twilight zone they just entered into.
She knows they need more information, but they didn't have to treat her like the nerdy new kid who's picked last. Well, to hell with that! As far as Gwen's concerned, Merlynn is first in her book, and they can all stuff it. She'll give them a chance to redeem themselves, though. Hopefully, they'll change their tune once they know more. "Ahem..." She clears her throat, ensuring she has everyone's attention. Once all eyes are on her, she begins her introduction to the wonder that is Merlynn. "I know you all are confused and probably a little disgusted, but I assure you, you don't know the half of it. Now, I am willing to explain some things to you, not all, but some. It is Merlynn's business.
"Before I do, though, I have something to say. I am appalled at the behavior of the people at this table. Merlynn is the sweetest, kindest, most loving person on the planet and yes, also VERY naive, in case you didn't pick up on it. She did not deserve being treated like some kind of freak or leper. I can understand a little bit about you three," she motions in the direction of the royals and first knight, "because you weren't here when the others learned at least some of it. But the rest of you did know, and no one gave any indication or sign that you wanted to be her friend. And YOU!" If looks could kill, Arthur would be dead. "You were the worst of all! You have no idea how badly that woman wanted to meet you. That is why she is here! Not the club, but the UK. She left her family, friends, and fiance (we'll get to that in a minute) for you! And you didn't say anything! The only way you even acknowledged her existence was by staring at her."
She takes a few deep breaths before continuing. "Now, I'm going to tell you all a little bit about Merlynn, and there will be no questions until I am finished." It's not a question. It's not even a statement. Its an order. "Merlynn grew up at a compound somewhere in Ireland. Her family and friends are part of, what they call a clan, named Ambrosia. She is not even considered Irish but Ambrosian. Arthur, when Merlynn says things like she was made for you and she's yours, she means literally. We all have heard the prophecy of Emrys and the Once and Future King?" She pauses to receive confirmation. "We all know Emrys is considered the most powerful magic user that will ever exist?" Again, waiting for verification. "What the Ambrosians believe is that Emrys was created to ensure survival of the Once and Future King. That the two share a soul to create an unbreakable perennial bond to fulfill their calling. They see him as a savior for their people, and Emrys' job is to make sure he's around to do it. From the moment she was born that girl ate, slept, and breathed her King. And when I say from birth I mean it. They say she healed her mother exiting the womb. They believe she doesn't have magic, but is magic itself, magic incarnate. She has trained her entire life to serve her King, so in effect when she says she's yours, she is. Just not romantically.
"Now, I know you all have questions about her fiance. I promise you she is innocent. Hear me out. Yes, Mordred is only fourteen." Arthur spits out his beer in shock. Percival passes him a napkin. "I know how it sounds. Everything and I mean EVERYTHING in Merlynn's life is in some fashion connected to her King. Here's why I think that includes her fiance. Neither Merlynn or Mordred ever chose to be engaged. They were betrothed without either of their consent the moment Mordred was born. Merlynn was only six. The union was arranged by her clan. Now before you all start thinking Merlynn is robbing the cradle, she is not. They are not even allowed to kiss until he's sixteen, and they will marry when he's eighteen. And yes, that does mean what you think it does.
"I will say this. It is only the Ambrosian clan that believe the prophecy does not imply romance. Almost all other magic users believe Emrys and the Once and Future King are to be united in marriage.
"Notwithstanding others beliefs she has been in this relationship virtually her whole life. Because of it, Merlynn IS madly in love, and as you saw before, is faithful to her betrothed. Whenever they are in public he ages himself to appear more appropriate, and I gotta tell you... He. Is. A hottie. Elena and I got to meet him through Skype. They actually are really cute together.
"Regardless, if I know my roommate, and I think I do, the only reason she didn't fight the arrangement has something to do with her King. In other words, her faithfulness and devotion to her beloved (her words) is not because of him but comes from her loyalty to her King. Now, Arthur, in case you haven't noticed, I specifically did not mention your name and only ever said King. I did that because I can see you're having a hard time, especially with her choice of vernacular. When she says the things she does, it is to her King, who only just so happens to be you. If you think about it like that it might be easier for you to accept your relationship as platonic."
"If she's so faithful, then why the fuck does she dress like that?!" Arthur is angry. And frankly devastated. If he's understanding Gwen right, Merlynn isn't with this kid for him, she's with him for Arthur. So he's in effect competing with himself! What the fuck is he supposed to do with that?! Shut up! He needs to hear the answer to his own question.
"There is an explanation for that too. It has to do with her culture. The way it works is that women dress and act provocatively to attract as many people as they can. The idea is that the more people she attracts the more honor she acquires for Mordred. The thinking is that since Merlynn is his, others will consider him blessed, because they can't have her. I guess the more blessed he is the more manly he is? I don't know. I don't entirely get it. But the point is Merlynn is innocent. If you'll notice she doesn't flirt. You saw that guy leering at her. He called her sexy, and she took it as a compliment and turned him down. I can guarantee she only saw it as amassing more honor for her fiance. When you men all first met her your tongues were practically wagging. She didn't even notice. That's why she was so hurt earlier. She didn't take everyone's silence as attraction, she saw it as rejection. All her smiles and looks to people are friendly, never seductive."
"Isn't it dangerous for her, though? To be dressed like that?" Oddly enough women's lib Morgana asks the question.
Gwen snorts at the idea of Merlynn ever in danger, especially why. "First of all, she's Emrys. I think she can take care of herself. Second, Merlynn is spelled. If anyone touches her with untoward intent they're shocked, like an actual electric shock. You should have seen it down there. It was like Bonfire Night," she chuckles in remembrance. "It doesn't help that Merlynn can dance, like really dance. She was entertaining everyone... some in more ways then one," she smirks. "Now." Gwen stands to leave. "I'm going to go be with my friend, and remind her that I love her. I would appreciate if you would do the same." She looks at Arthur the next moment and becomes serious. "I can understand if you don't," she sympathizes. "It might be too much." She places her hand on his shoulder, and with a gentle smile she's gone.
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Earlier...
Merlynn self-consciously holds herself as she traipses back down to the dance floor, not acknowledging any of the crowd around her. The disappointment of meeting her King is almost tangible and threatens the very tenets she was raised believing. Even her own identity is in question. Who is she outside her King? No one. Her King is who makes Emrys, and without Emrys, who is Merlynn?
Her self-deprecating introspection is temporarily paused when an arm crosses her shoulders. A glance reveals her new blonde friend has arrived. She appreciates the company, but can't help but wish it was another blonde, the savior Magic was created for. She sighs forlornly. Thoughts of her absent King rob her of any smile she tries to give.
Elena tearlessly weeps for her friend. She knows what meeting Arthur meant to her, and how far he's fallen from that pedestal. How disenchanted she likely feels for her other half. But then Elena also knows why and to her frustration, Merlynn doesn't. Arthur is VERY attracted to the witch. Anyone with eyes can see it... except for the woman herself. And Elena knows she also crushed him with the news of her engagement, but she doesn't realize that either. She believes he's rejecting her friendship, and in a way that's true. He doesn't want to be friends. He wants to be more. The ignorance between them is tragic. It's heartbreaking is what it is.
"Why don't they like me?" Yep, heartbreaking. "Did I do something wrong?" Elena is tongue-tied and views Merlynn with pity. Fortunately, her boyfriend knows what to say as she wipes away her own tears.
Gwaine overhears Merlynn's question to his girlfriend and gently touches her arm to attain her attention. "Hey?" With glossy eyes the raven swivels to face the rogue. "You didn't do anything wrong, love." A single salty drop escapes and streaks her cheek. "And there silence had nothing to do with not liking you. I've known these people the majority of my life and I know they like you fine. It's just... you are different sweetheart... and shiny and new. And that's not a bad thing. Our group needs a little spice, and you fit the bill. You're kind of amazing, and people just have to get over your amazingness, and hopefully they'll find their voices again."
Merlynn ruminates on what Gwaine is saying. She is new and fresh, and from a different culture that must seem odd to them. "Like Elyan?"
The rogue tenderly smiles, understanding the raven's referring to the stammering mess that was her flatmate's brother. "Like Elyan."
"Really?" She eyes Gwaine hopefully, then twists to ask Elena her opinion. The blonde's only response is an enthusiastic nod and soft, loving smile. Merlynn then rebounds to Gwaine.
"Really..." He holds her face and brushes the damp flesh dry. "Now, no more tears. You're too beautiful to ever stop smiling. Besides, a little birdie told me you can dance." He impishly grins. "So I'm expecting to see some serious moves, woman! Go on, get out there!" he says with a shove.
She beams at the couple, soothed knowing people's attitudes are from fascination and not dismissal. "Thank you." She smiles in gratitude and affectionately embraces each of them. They like her. They really do. Feeling ten times lighter Merlynn's exuberance returns and with it her love to dance. With that she skips to join the other club patrons gyrating to Lady Gaga.
Gwaine shakes his head and grins fondly watching his now adopted sister frolic away. He moves to join his girlfriend but stops short when he sees her face.
"You're incredible, you know that?"
"So they tell me." He seizes her hand and curls her into him performing the classic Fred Astaire move. She counters with a passionate kiss. "Does that mean you're ready to go?" he begs breathlessly when they release.
"You're incorrigible." She smacks him in the chest. "Come on," and drags him by his shirt. "I've got some moves of my own." She winks and sashays down to the masses.
The rogue lewdly eyes his wanton girlfriend. "Don't I know it." And with a smug lascivious grin he pridefully struts after her.
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Merlynn is phenomenal. Whoever said she could dance was definitely understating it. The fluid movement of her spins and twirls are graceful and smooth, while her muscles flex and relax in perfect rhythm, keeping her pops crisp and sharp. The raven is mesmerizing to watch no matter the melody or tempo. What's the most entertaining, though, is when she turns on the sex appeal. She grinds and twerks and rolls her hips. That's especially when the random sparklers flare. When Gwaine finally learns the explanation for all the fire lights his howling laughter has him doubled over convulsing. The look on these blokes faces... priceless.
The three are soon joined by Gwen, and little by little the others trickle down. Whether it be the alcohol or hip hop, the motion of the club seems to finally wake the friends, and everyone begins to enjoy themselves. Only Arthur, Morgana, and Lance remain behind. Merlynn tries not to be bothered by her King's outward abandonment and determines to enjoy herself no matter what.
She's unaware, however, that the prince did attempt to tackle the throng to be with the group, but was swiftly back to the booth at first sight of the witch. Gwen is the only one that notices the fleeting blonde retreating to the safety of the outer perimeter. The brunette pities Arthur. With their initial greeting it was unmistakable the royal was instantly smitten with her roommate, their sweet, innocent, raven that is already engaged. Merlynn's unavailability hit him hard, but it's better he found out now, surrounded by loved ones, so they can help aid him in letting her go. Compassion, understanding, and maybe a bit of alcohol and he'll by right as rain, right?
The night carries on and gradually the nine left on the floor become less inhibited and more carefree. Merlynn and Mithian grind against one another cackling at the effect they're having on curious onlookers. Percy, Leon, and Sefa are apparently competing for worst dancer and teasing each other mercilessly. Elyan and Gwen are having a ball valuing some one on one brother/sister bonding. And Gwaine and Elena are drunkenly trying to convince the dj that 'The Chicken Dance' is appropriate nightclub music.
Several times throughout the evening the raven garners an audience and enthralls them with her talents. Her dancing impressed, but it is the gymnastic performance that has people clearing the floor. Without magic, the woman soars through the air with fully extended flips and twists, then tucks and somersaults and finally a flawless landing into a magnificent split.
Merlynn alternates between the two artistries and spending quality time with her new circle of mates. She acquires various dance partners amongst the clubbers, but eventually the potentials dwindle after realizing the witch is the source of all the fireworks. She doesn't care. She doesn't have to touch to earn her beloved honor. She is happy and having the time of her life surrendering to the tone of the atmosphere. It's during one of her infrequent bouts of 'bump and grind' spectacles, surrounded by rowdy patrons, that it happens.
One minute she's in a mature display of Ambrosian education in the art of seduction, the next Merlynn freezes and her eyes glow gold. When the crowd realizes that the woman that has been beguiling them all night suddenly stops, everything comes to a standstill. Her eyes automatically drift to follow the tendril of magic that escapes her. The open path to her gaze ends at her King where she can see now a knife floats centimeters from his heart. The raven shuts her mind off from the milieu of Avalon to focus on the assailant's location. Tiny slivers of light shine from under her lashes as she zeroes in on the assassin. Where...? Got you. And she vanishes from the dance floor.
The witch materializes in front of the marble bar. She cannot speak for the man's idiocy, as despite the clear demonstrations of her power level via the teleportation and bedazzled gauntlets, he's still challenging her. Without a hint of intimidation or any recognition of her magical prowess, he draws another dagger from his boot and assumes the fighting stance. She snorts because... seriously? From there it's almost comical. After she disarms him with some simple defense moves, she rounds a nice kick to his middle sending him sprawling to the ceramic tiles.
Finally, the raven summons a pair of common restraints, forgoing the magic ones. Merlynn senses he has only a minor amount of magic, just barely enough to open a door. His assassination attempt was strictly mundane skill, which a tossed blade from this distance centered over her charge's chest is quite a feat. She'd be impressed under different circumstances, but she's still reeling over his insistence to fight. This tells her his quarrel with the prince is personal, as a hired assassin would have abandoned or at least delayed the assignment once seeing she was the opponent. But he chose to engage anyway, contrary to the foolishness of it. Merlynn continues to go through the motions of cuffing the criminal, lifting him to his feet and marching him to her King. Preoccupied musing on motives or possible partnerships, the raven's oblivious Avalon has gone silent, and only the sound of their footsteps permeates the air.
"Don't move." She commands the dolt as they stand before the crown prince. The witch freezes him with magic, so the order was probably redundant, but their is something to be said for establishing authority.
"Arthur?" The poor man is shaking in shock. Noticing his condition, she's promptly by his side cradling his head to her chest, like a mother comforting her child from a nightmare. "It's okay Arthur, I'm here." She rocks him, assaying to sooth his fear. "I will always be here, by your side. I'm for you, Arthur. Just for you." She adjusts to crouch in front of him and rubs his thigh. "Hey?" She bids for his attention, but his gaze is vacant, and the raven knows their will be no reaching him in his current state. Merlynn tries to alleviate his anxiety by whispering some final assurances in his ear. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you, Arthur. I will NEVER let anything happen to you. You are safe with me... always." When his eyes remain glazed and muscles tense she recognizes her efforts are in vain. The prince's mental health is now an undertaking for the medical professionals. Meanwhile she has her own role she's been tasked with. The witch gently pats his thigh, then rises to her feet, running her fingers through his hair as one last attempt at comfort. No response. She sighs and gets down to business.
At some point the rest of the group arrives, but of course Merlynn has no idea. She just continues to work, unaware of all the scrutiny. They're astonished how someone who can stop an assassination attempt without looking could be so unmindful of her surroundings. You can hear a pin drop in Camelot's hottest nightclub, but she's none the wiser. Who is this woman?
First, her eyes glow gold and she summons an evidence bag, then uses the sack to grab the knife to preserve its fingerprints. Next she gathers her coat from the bench and magically shrinks the evidence to fit in her pocket. Finally she plucks her phone from the table and locates the nearest precinct on her GPS. With her magic locked in on the transport destination she readies to leave.
Observing the newest member of their rag tag group of royals and company, is both interesting and frustrating. She's in her own world where duty eclipses all else, and the scene narrows to only three... herself, the attacker, and Arthur.
Though slightly shorter, Merlynn towers over the assassin with her presence, alone. When she grasps his bicep, he groans, still in pain from his earlier fall. "Ah, didn't like that did ya? Maybe next time you'll think twice before you try to murder the prince." She yanks him roughly to whisper menacingly in his ear. Due to the absolute stillness of the scene and hush over the crowd, she's still easily audible. "See, there's something you might not know. That bloke right there..." The raven dips her head to the blonde royal. "...see, he's the Once and Future King and me... I'm Emrys." It takes a moment but Merlynn relishes when his eyes soon widen in terror in realization of whom he's dealing with. Ah, he's heard of her. Good. "So you're going to do me a favor. Uh... sorry, what was your name?"
"Charles."
"Charles. Okay, Charles. Here's what you're going to do and I don't care how you do it, just get it done. Are we clear?" He nods frantically in compliance. "Good. You are going to be my messenger boy, Charles. You are going to spread the news. Tell your neighbor, tell your friends, tell the bank teller, tell the shopping clerk, tell your fucking dog, Spot... that the Once and Future King, that is one Arthur Pendragon in case you misunderstood, is under the protection of Emrys, and if ANYONE makes another attempt on his life they will face me," she smiles sweetly. But then her face twists until her eyes burn and her lips curl in a diabolical grin. Her voice deepens and echoes with power, "and I will bring the wrath of the Goddess herself down upon them." Then, as quickly as the transformation came upon her it is gone, back to normal as if she didn't just threaten the population with the vengeance of a deity. The witch releases him to don her coat as she doesn't want to appear unprofessional in front of fellow officers. "You got off easy, Charles, only because you were the first." She pauses to address the assailant, maintaining direct eye contact. "Woe to whomever is second." She rewraps her hand around his bicep, preparing to leave, only just remembering her new friends.
What the hell just happened? There was a moment that the Triple Goddess herself seemed to have befallen them, but in the guise of their raven beauty. There's definitely more to this woman than they know.
"Sorry everyone, I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut the evening short. It was wonderful to meet all of you. I had a fabulous time. Now I'll get this bloke outta your hair so you can enjoy the rest of your night." She turns to Arthur and clasps his shoulder. "I'll see you Monday, yeah?" Still unable to jar him from his traumatic stupor the witch has to accept defeat and move forward. She notes her two roommates sidled next to each other flanked by their boyfriends. "I'll see you ladies later?" They nod, but otherwise remain quiet. Hmm. Odd. She glances around the table at all the blank expressions with a shy grin, starting to feel like a specimen under a microscope. Don't squirm, Merlynn. Keep it professional. With that, she buries her uneasiness and stands tall with a firm grip on her arrest. "Bye now." She smiles and waves to her new inner circle. Her eyes flare, and in a flash, both she and the assailant are gone.
Ahh... they understand now. There is a very good reason why Merlynn is so oblivious to her environment. It became apparent with the tender way she cared for the prince. Protecting him isn't a job to her. It's her life. He is her everything, therefore she's unaware of anything else. So there's valid cause to why she hears nothing and sees nothing outside of Arthur himself. Because Emrys... only has eyes for her King.
It took a few moments for the club to break out of the daze of what just happened, but the music resumed and a scant amount of the original crowd commence to dancing again. The majority of people, however, can't recapture the party mood that once saturated the atmosphere. They proceed to vacate the premises.
The group made up of royals and friends know they will not be carrying on with any form of revelry for the night. They do know they also won't be leaving. They need to talk. How can they leave when there is so much to say? A glance around you can see they are all in agreement. They arrange themselves accordingly around the table, in order from left to right - Elena, Gwen, Lancelot, Mithian, Sefa, Percival, Morgana, and Arthur all sit in the booth. Elyan is kneeling in the booth next to them, leaning over the back, while Gwaine and Leon remain standing.
"Arthur, are you okay? I mean... of course you're not okay, someone just tried to kill you. But you know... you're not speaking. You're obviously still terrified. Not that there's anything wrong with being scared... no, it's okay to be scared. We don't think any less of you. I mean... I know we're all grateful Merlynn intervened... Not that you can't protect yourself... of course you can. You're big... strong... manly man." Gwen is blushing furiously. "God," she mumbles hugging herself with one arm and her head laying in her other hand. Lancelot eases his girlfriend's distress with his gentle touch and affectionate smile. She is so grateful for him.
"Maybe let's not mention Merlynn right now." Lancelot is right. Arthur has enough on his plate not to add tonight's... other revelations to the mix.
Morgana has no such qualms, however. "No we are going to mention Merlynn. If it weren't for her my brother would... would be..." She can't continue. Percival is tugging her into him, holding her while she sheds a few tears, which she promptly wipes away. "Where the hell is the Royal Guard, anyway?! Isn't this what they're for?"
That is Leon's cue. "The majority of them are searching the perimeter to verify if the perpetrator had any help. Owain and Gareth are guarding the exits. I checked with them earlier. His majesty has also already been informed of everything that's transpired. You have to remember this whole incident went down very fast. Merlynn did everything right. She acted quickly in disarming and apprehending the assailant. But the attack itself had been executed before anyone knew what had occurred. I don't even think Merlynn knew!"
"That's right! You saw her out there. One second she's dancing and laughing, and the next she's frozen, and her eyes are doing that glowy yellow thing," Sefa says.
"Yeah, her magic knew before she did. You really are the safest man on the planet, mate." Elyan's comment barely reaches Arthur, but his head is starting to clear.
Mithian notices the change. "Arthur? Are you coming back to us?"
"Why would anyone want to kill me?" the prince entreats dejectedly.
Seeing his friend's despondent face, Gwaine relents. "It's not you, princess. It's all connected to your dad. Sins of the father and all that. Magic users... well, they hate him."
"For good reason," the other royal mumbles bitterly, barely heard under her breath.
"Yeah," the rogue continues. "But anyone who knows you, knows you're not your father, mate. And for those who don't..." he shrugs. "...you've got Merlynn." He winces mentioning the raven witch, but if he wants to convince the prince he's safe you can't do that without mentioning his protector.
"Speaking of Merlynn. After tonight I think it's clear that we know very little about our new friend. I mean, I know she is Emrys and my brother's platonic fucking soulmate or whatever, but what does that all mean? I still have questions and I know you all do too. I say we all come to mine next Saturday and make a day of it. We can have food and play games, just get to know one another. Merlynn doesn't look like the type to hold anything back, so we'll finally get some answers."
"I have to work Saturday."
"Then ask off or switch shifts with someone."
"I have an appointment."
She sighs irritated. "Then cancel or reschedule. Look people, this is important. You saw what happened tonight. Our ignorance of all that is Merlynn, inadvertently lead to really hurting her feelings. I mean, she looked absolutely wretched when she went out to dance that second time. And you know she wasn't wanting to dance. She was escaping." Gwaine and Elena concur. "It broke my heart seeing her look so miserable."
They're all eyeing each other around the table. Her heart? They know she has one; it's just buried... deeply.
"And you!" She pokes the prince. "You need to quit your moping and get over yourself."
Ah, there's the Morgana they all know and love. She seems to have forgotten about the recent attempt on her brother's life.
"You and her are never going to happen, so deal with it, and stop making her uncomfortable!" She turns back to the rest of them. "So Saturday? Around... let's say noon?"
The group eventually concedes. They all knew the princess was going to get what she wanted eventually. Best to save their breath. And finally... the evening is over.
Needless to say, it's time to go home.