When Bradley gets back he realizes that no one even noticed that he left. It's fine at first, if a bit disorienting. He can't get used to the fact that he's back on a television set, on the fucking BBC for Christ's sake, and that he's twenty four again. He flushed a toilet this morning, and stared at it blankly, trying to figure out which the water was spinning.
On set he's fooling everyone though. He's spent so long pretending to be Arthur all the time, that being Bradley acting as Arthur is a bit of a mindfuck, but that's par for course. He hits all his lines and successfully hides the fact that he's become accustomed to a much different body. It's amazing to move without the restriction of scar tissue, and his joints hadn't hurt this morning for the first time in ages. He had also woken up alone, another thing that he hasn't done for ages. He keeps looking at Mer- at *Colin* to tell him what to do, but apparently this wasn't, *isn't*, abnormal behavior because no one comments on the fact.
They do notice however, when he almost kills (insert stunt person's name here) when they're training for a scene. Actually swinging a sword everyday, to save his life, to defend Camelot, to pretend that he's fucking Arthur Pendragon, has developed certain muscle reflexes over thirty years. When Bradley sees a man charging at him in full armor, he doesn't even think, he reacts. Thank God they're fake swords, nothing like the sharp steel blades he's used to.
After they get (insert name here) into the ambulance though, there's a mutual agreement to call a stop to shooting for the day. Everyone tells him not to blame himself, it was an freak accident, and no one's fault. Angel's watching him with concern, but apparently only a bit of his freak out is leaking through, so she eventually turns her attention elsewhere. Bradley is surprised that any if it is leaking through at all, but he supposes that it's been a long day. Even thirty years of practice fails sometimes.
AND THAT IS ALL I HAVE. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY THAT I'VE NOW POPPED MY RPF CHERRY FOR YOU.
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On set he's fooling everyone though. He's spent so long pretending to be Arthur all the time, that being Bradley acting as Arthur is a bit of a mindfuck, but that's par for course. He hits all his lines and successfully hides the fact that he's become accustomed to a much different body. It's amazing to move without the restriction of scar tissue, and his joints hadn't hurt this morning for the first time in ages. He had also woken up alone, another thing that he hasn't done for ages. He keeps looking at Mer- at *Colin* to tell him what to do, but apparently this wasn't, *isn't*, abnormal behavior because no one comments on the fact.
They do notice however, when he almost kills (insert stunt person's name here) when they're training for a scene. Actually swinging a sword everyday, to save his life, to defend Camelot, to pretend that he's fucking Arthur Pendragon, has developed certain muscle reflexes over thirty years. When Bradley sees a man charging at him in full armor, he doesn't even think, he reacts. Thank God they're fake swords, nothing like the sharp steel blades he's used to.
After they get (insert name here) into the ambulance though, there's a mutual agreement to call a stop to shooting for the day. Everyone tells him not to blame himself, it was an freak accident, and no one's fault. Angel's watching him with concern, but apparently only a bit of his freak out is leaking through, so she eventually turns her attention elsewhere. Bradley is surprised that any if it is leaking through at all, but he supposes that it's been a long day. Even thirty years of practice fails sometimes.
AND THAT IS ALL I HAVE. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY THAT I'VE NOW POPPED MY RPF CHERRY FOR YOU.