I have taken ONE venture into the fic-writing of Merlin AND NOWHERE NEAR RPS so um...take that into consideration plz. :"D
Gwen pottered about Morgana's room, absent mindedly picking up dresses strewn over the floor and tucking the sheets under the mattress as she rambled on to a seemingly empty room.
"So I see none other than Lady Eleanor sneaking out of Sir Kay's rooms, I wouldn't have pegged her as such a...a..." here Gwen looks around cautiously and then whispers to the floor, "a hussy!"
The floor doesn't reply, the small puppy staring up at her with an emotion akin to amusement yips quietly though. Gwen reaches down to scratch it behind the ears and Bradley snuffles contentedly before proceeding to start running around in circles and growling in frustration when he can't catch his tail.
Gwen giggles softly and starts talking again, Bradley politely sits back and listens intently, "Merlin smiled at me today, we were just passing each other in the hallway but I nearly dropped the stack of washing I was carrying and he helped me pick it up and I couldn't think of anything to say, I'm such an idiot around him!"
Bradley cocks his head and asks, "Does he like you?" before remembering he is, in fact, a puppy and cannot talk. All that comes out is a sharp sort of bark and Gwen jumps nervously before shushing him and continuing to talk.
"I don't think he likes me though," And if she notices the nod of contentment the puppy gives at this point she doesn't show any outward sign of it, "Not like that new kitchen boy likes me...I don't think I should do anything about that though. Morgana probably wouldn't approve of that..."
She trails off and takes a small chunk of bread out of her pocket, watching in amusement as the puppy's eyes instantly light up. Then she chucks it on the floor and bursts out laughing as in it's haste to get the food it runs into the wall.
"Idiot," she says fondly and picks up the puppy, unsuspecting of the expletives Bradley is calling her in his head at the way she is manhandling him, "Let's go now before Morgana gets back and wants to keep you for herself."
Bradley inwardly shudders at the thought of being subjected to all of Morgana's dirty little secrets and huddles up inside Gwen's basket quietly.
He doesn't notice how his tail starts wagging almost violently when Gwen says, "Guess we should go visit Merlin now."
JKL\KDFH wot.
ETA: I fail, by Arthur I meant Bradley. Clearly. OMGKDJLFG *facepalm*
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Gwen pottered about Morgana's room, absent mindedly picking up dresses strewn over the floor and tucking the sheets under the mattress as she rambled on to a seemingly empty room.
"So I see none other than Lady Eleanor sneaking out of Sir Kay's rooms, I wouldn't have pegged her as such a...a..." here Gwen looks around cautiously and then whispers to the floor, "a hussy!"
The floor doesn't reply, the small puppy staring up at her with an emotion akin to amusement yips quietly though. Gwen reaches down to scratch it behind the ears and Bradley snuffles contentedly before proceeding to start running around in circles and growling in frustration when he can't catch his tail.
Gwen giggles softly and starts talking again, Bradley politely sits back and listens intently, "Merlin smiled at me today, we were just passing each other in the hallway but I nearly dropped the stack of washing I was carrying and he helped me pick it up and I couldn't think of anything to say, I'm such an idiot around him!"
Bradley cocks his head and asks, "Does he like you?" before remembering he is, in fact, a puppy and cannot talk. All that comes out is a sharp sort of bark and Gwen jumps nervously before shushing him and continuing to talk.
"I don't think he likes me though," And if she notices the nod of contentment the puppy gives at this point she doesn't show any outward sign of it, "Not like that new kitchen boy likes me...I don't think I should do anything about that though. Morgana probably wouldn't approve of that..."
She trails off and takes a small chunk of bread out of her pocket, watching in amusement as the puppy's eyes instantly light up. Then she chucks it on the floor and bursts out laughing as in it's haste to get the food it runs into the wall.
"Idiot," she says fondly and picks up the puppy, unsuspecting of the expletives Bradley is calling her in his head at the way she is manhandling him, "Let's go now before Morgana gets back and wants to keep you for herself."
Bradley inwardly shudders at the thought of being subjected to all of Morgana's dirty little secrets and huddles up inside Gwen's basket quietly.
He doesn't notice how his tail starts wagging almost violently when Gwen says, "Guess we should go visit Merlin now."
JKL\KDFH wot.
ETA: I fail, by Arthur I meant Bradley. Clearly. OMGKDJLFG *facepalm*