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[ The view on the feed is a rather beautiful one: deep in the woods outside the city, tall trees and lively grass and just the right amount of sunlight filtering down through the leaves. Everything is silent and still and serene. A deer pads into view. She's a fair sized doe, gorgeous pelt dotted with small white speckles along her torso. She stops to look around, her ears perked for any sort of sounds outside the ordinary ambiance of birds and the light rustling of leaves.

Silence. No movement.

A whistle of wood slicing through air, and an arrow finds home directly in the doe's chest.

It's clean, precise, aimed perfectly for the instant kill by piercing the heart. The deer is dead before it hits the ground, and then finally, there is the sound of leaves being crushed underfoot as Arthur comes into view, crossbow in hand. He kneels beside her to check that she is, in fact, dead, then pulls out his hunting knife to cut the arrow free. Thankfully for the viewers, the dirty work is concealed by the sight of his back, and the feed times out quickly afterwards. ]

[ ooc; the return of the king! or the once and future king. return of the prince. I'm not even in the right fandom anymore, but look, you get it, okay? Arthur's back, and he's hunting. it's good. beautiful. almost a triple rainbow. SDCC is over so I am slowly coming off hiatus. backtags will be coming, but feel free to drop what you don't think is necessary! come and play with the young pendragon~ ]

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[ He just rolls his eyes at the first bit, then folds his arms. ]

I am. I would think you'd be accustomed to this by now.

Certainly not. Especially now that I have seen her alive.

[ a sigh ]

Your delicate sensibilities are commendable, my Lady, but honestly -

[ stop being such a little girl :| ]

If caring for the lives of other creatures counts for delicate sensibilities these days then I assume that are more than just commendable, my champion.

[ d r y. ]

It's dinner, Morgana, not a slaughterhouse. You act as though I've burnt down the whole forest anytime I bring home something larger than a hare.

Well I have no issue eating fruit and bread, I cannot look upon the poor thing let alone even consider eating it.

[ wat. ]

You never had qualms with eating meat in Camelot.

I never had to see you do - that to a miserable doe.

[ she might be sick. Look, she's growing paler. One moment she was alive and in the next - ]

I shall visit your father for dinner, I think.

[ notice how he is your father. ]

[ he immediately stiffens and purses his lips, something quiet and untenable furrowing slightly between his brow, then nods his head once. ]

If that is what you wish.

[ and at the same time she purses her own lips, lifting her chin. She knows him well enough to see through this. ]

He needs company, Arthur. I shall scold him a hundred times, a thousand if I must but we cannot both not speak to him. He needs one of us there. Usually it is your own duty but now it is mine.

But I do not want any more faces.

[ indicating her head to him, she saw it. ]

[ He measures a glare at her - just to make another face - then exhales lowly and looks away. This is so very uncomfortable, and it shows in his brows, but he will not speak of it. ]

Do not - there is no need to admonish him. It is unnecessary.

[ But it doesn't sound as though he's saying this to spare Uther. Not a "he's not to blame" or "he doesn't deserve it," but because the King knows what he has done, and he should be left to his suffering. ]

I always admonish him, this is nothing new.

[ besides. ]

He's wrong about Merlin and he's wrong about you. I will not stand by and watch him act as a stubborn fool.

[ this almost makes more sense to her than the odd peace she had with Uther. fighting with him she knows, standing up to him is something she did since she set foot in Camelot. ]

...At the same time, I would not wish him to be entirely by himself and you two cannot dine together and so I shall - be sweet as I may while doing it myself.

[ To his credit, Arthur gives nothing away to show how very very wrong Morgana is. He can deal with Uther's hatred for Merlin, and he's lived with the King's disappointment since day one, but this - this is different. The lie of his birth, of his mother's death, is far greater than anyone knows, far too heavy a weight to bear.

She doesn't need to know it, and she never will if Arthur can help it. So he gives nothing and says nothing, and makes an attractive snort instead. ]

The two of you will have each other's throats by the end of it. Do try to fight nicely, won't you?

[ She rolls her eyes at his snort and then again at his words. ]

With my sweetest smile, nothing less.

[ pfffft. ]

And she claims not to be the wolf in disguise. Nightmare, I say.

Hush; you are getting a break from me, at the very least.

I have had a break from you the past fortnight.

[ this is not said petulantly at all whatsoever. :T ]

This should be my last evening of peace then, it should seem.

....You've missed me. Arthur! I did not know. I will come bid you goodnight.

I have done no such thing! Away with you, woman, Father awaits you.

Certainly.

[ the most knowing and annoying of all smiles. ]

I shall see you tonight, Arthur.

If I must.

[ sigh. but after a moment's hesitation - she is going to see Father - so he adds quietly - ]

Take care, Morgana.

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