And here we are! More nonsense for you all.
Merlin and Gwen came upon the closed door to the sounds of a verbal battle.
"—ever, get away from me!"
"Oh, come on, you prat!" Merlin's eyebrows raised at the use of his favourite word.
"Oh, you have no right to call me that! You—"
"Prat."
"Morgana!"
Guinevere frowned in bemusement, glancing at her friend beside her.
"I don't think we should open that door," Merlin deadpanned, looking at her seriously.
She nodded in stoic agreement, pursing her lips thoughtfully.
"Arthur! Get back here!" Hurried footsteps, pursued by lighter ones, but just as hurried.
They both stood at the door for a few more seconds.
And then Merlin shot her his typical carefree grin, which she returned, eyes dancing with mischief.
And he flung the door open.
It was difficult to tell who was more perturbed.
Morgana was slightly amused that Arthur's manservant really did open doors without knocking, but she still brandished the rosy lipstick high up in her hand like a weapon, ready to catch Arthur—or anyone else—as soon as they were within reach.
Guinevere was completely red, stuck between laughing hysterically and looking away. She found herself unable to move as she stared at the two royals before her.
Merlin was shamelessly gaping like a dead fish. Granted, he did still look a little dazed, but there was no mistaking the raw mortification in his eyes as his innocence was viciously ripped away.
Arthur… well, to be blunt, Arthur was in a dress. A rose-coloured dress, to be precise, hugging his manly figure in ways a manly figure didn't especially need to be hugged. With various shades of pink makeup smeared on his face.
It took the prince a few seconds to register the other presences. It took him less time to turn red and dash behind the changing screen. Merlin snapped back to himself when his master was gone, shaking his head and blinking a few times.
"What… just happened?" he asked uncertainly.
"Go away, Merlin!" Arthur screamed, his voice slightly muffled by the screen.
Morgana ignored them, smiling gratefully at her friend and taking the lavender trim she wasn't even aware she still had from her hands. "Thank you, Gwen," she said happily.
Gwen forced an uncertain smile, eyes flickering to the screen (where Arthur's shadow was painfully visible, putting his manly curves on display) every few seconds. "Of course, my lady."
The King's ward smiled warmly. "Now Gwen, you know you don't have to call me that."
"I know, my lady."
Merlin poked his head between them. "What happened to Arthur?"
"He's hiding behind the screen," Morgana declared. "Like a coward," she added loudly.
"I'm not a coward!" came from the screen.
Merlin, bless his poor wounded head, was still confused. "But what happened to…." He trailed off, making a few circular motions around his face with his finger.
"If Arthur won't cooperate with the dressing table, the dressing table will not cooperate with him. Why? Is there a problem?"
"No, my lady," the warlock said, smiling politely. "I'd say it's quite an improvement."
"Merlin!"
The manservant in question bowed to the ladies. "My master calls, I believe." He walked purposefully to the place where Arthur was most certainly not cowering.
"No! No Merlin go back! Merlin! Merlin! Obey me! I am your master, and I order you to go away! Merlin! Merlin don't touch that—"
But it was too late. The screen toppled to the floor, revealing a very disgruntled Arthur and a grinning Merlin, hand outstretched to where the thin screen had once stood.
"Merlin!" Arthur tried unsuccessfully to hide himself behind his skinny manservant, but only ended up accentuating how much bigger—and brightly pink—he was.
Morgana beamed, looking disturbingly content. "Will you help me sew on the trim, Gwen?"
"Of course, my lady," the serving girl answered, still blushing madly, but smiling through it. Might as well make the best of a situation, she figured.
"Can I help?"
"Shut up Merlin!"
Yeeaaaaah I have nothing to add to this... thing.
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