The ending of Inception is ALL A LIE. (Well, the Dom part, at any rate.)
Abusing my modly powers to screen relevant comments again because this fic won't go live until Jan. 23rd.
Event +3, 198 words
It had been four years since Hunith Emrys had remarried and become Hunith LeFay, but half of the time Merlin still felt ill-at-ease in the trappings of their new world. Even though his stepsister Morgana had taken him firmly in hand and dressed him in the latest men's couture for the occasion, no amount of tailored designer formal wear would hide the fact that he was Merlin Emrys, twenty-year-old uni student prone to overenthusiasm and the tendency to pick the least appropriate subject for polite dinner conversations. This latter tendency was possibly why people didn't believe him when he claimed to be an empath.
Take for example right now, with Merlin talking to Lord Godwyn, Gorlois LeFay's business partner and eighteen-year-old Elena's doting father.
"Elena has the most beautiful complexion and dark brown hair," Merlin remarked.
Godwyn smiled, looking in the direction of the refreshment table, where Elena was talking to a hopeful suitor and, stumbling over nothing, promptly spilling a plate of hors d’oeuvres all over the young man's pristine suit.
"It's so interesting considering you and your wife have fair skin and blond hair," Merlin said.
Godwyn whipped around to face him. "I beg your pardon."
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Date: 2011-12-23 08:41 pm (UTC)Abusing my modly powers to screen relevant comments again because this fic won't go live until Jan. 23rd.
Event +3, 198 words
It had been four years since Hunith Emrys had remarried and become Hunith LeFay, but half of the time Merlin still felt ill-at-ease in the trappings of their new world. Even though his stepsister Morgana had taken him firmly in hand and dressed him in the latest men's couture for the occasion, no amount of tailored designer formal wear would hide the fact that he was Merlin Emrys, twenty-year-old uni student prone to overenthusiasm and the tendency to pick the least appropriate subject for polite dinner conversations. This latter tendency was possibly why people didn't believe him when he claimed to be an empath.
Take for example right now, with Merlin talking to Lord Godwyn, Gorlois LeFay's business partner and eighteen-year-old Elena's doting father.
"Elena has the most beautiful complexion and dark brown hair," Merlin remarked.
Godwyn smiled, looking in the direction of the refreshment table, where Elena was talking to a hopeful suitor and, stumbling over nothing, promptly spilling a plate of hors d’oeuvres all over the young man's pristine suit.
"It's so interesting considering you and your wife have fair skin and blond hair," Merlin said.
Godwyn whipped around to face him. "I beg your pardon."