Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009 11:52 am
it's kind of beautiful, in a way
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Er, I mean, we may have to leverage the add-on value of masculine uterine-equivalents across the synergistic core competencies of end-game scenarios to maximize our survival in a post-crisis marketplace and ensure continuation of operations of key personnel.
This is about.... (pick one)
1.) Merlin AU business practices
2.) The feasibility of melding apocalypses with domestic animals.
3.) I'm scared. Please die in a fire,
4.) Mpreg, of course.
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From:"I hate him," Arthur says, and Morgana rolls her eyes.
"Sure you do," she says, and gives the rope another yank. Arthur hops one step towards her, and then falls over again. Possibly she shouldn't have tied his ankles together. Morgana smiles. On the other hand, it's going to make going down the stairs extremely entertaining.
"This isn't *possible*," Arthur moans, from the floor. Morgana shrugs.
"Well, maybe it's magic. You fucked him, after all, maybe that was enough for, I don't know. A sorcerer's spell. Or something." Whatever, like she really cares. She's only here for the show.
Arthur glares up at her, furious, and now the red in his cheeks isn't from windburn. Morgana stares at him. "You mean you've *never*--"
Arthur finds his feet after a little of twisting and lunging, his arms still tied behind his back. Then he deliberately turns his back on her, and starts wriggling purposefully.
Morgana stops laughing after a while, and Arthur's almost gotten himself out of his ropes. He gives her a glare as he stalks past.
Morgana is still hiccuping a bit with giggles as she follows him downstairs and towards his rooms. Last she saw, Merlin was trying to kill himself with a pillow on Arthur's bed. This should be fun.
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