[Semi-Closed]

[ofthursday]

Who: Merlinatural the Vampire Slayer and friends (Merlin cast, Supernatural cast, Buffy, and anyone who has plotted threads with them and wants to do them here instead of new log)
What: DARKNESS EVENT
When: Day 128 through 131
Where: All around Asgard
Rating: PG-13 to R for death, violence, language, and whatever else

[[ooc: This is a giant log for all the shenanigans of the casts so that we don't spam the log comm. Anyone with planned threads with anyone in this group is welcome to join in here or make their own logs for them, whatever you like!

Everyone please put in the subject line of your threads what day it's taking place, and (tentatively) the characters involved, as well as open or closed and anything else that seems relevant.]]

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[pratentious]

[ He raises his brows and exhales deeply through his nose, shaking his head once. ]

I do wonder.

[ It's quiet, under his breath, unintentional musing aloud. With the state of his father at home, and his father's father before him; Arthur wonders. But it's no business of Regina's, and he moves past it by looking back to her. ]

I will rest. Soon, with any luck. I just - need to know, first.

[gwenhwyfar]

Then ask for someone to help find him.

[Whereas Regina's starting to get a little too agitated, clasping her hands tightly together, turning away from him as if she's offended.

[pratentious]

[ It's not about finding him; it's about him coming home.

But that as well is something Arthur won't speak of. He turns to glance at her closed-off position instead. ]

Perhaps you should find some rest yourself. It has been a trying few days.

[gwenhwyfar]

[She doesn't dignify that with a response, instead, she takes out one of her satchels and pulls this.]

Here.

[pratentious]

[ He hesitates to take it, and when he does, it held gently and distantly - not from fear for what it is but fear of breaking it. ]

What is it?

[ Though he has a pretty good idea, he can't be certain. She wouldn't - ]

[gwenhwyfar]

A charm. Each of them are letters of the ogham, each holding a meaning. For protection.

[pratentious]

[ He looks up at her, blinking as she speaks, then back to the charm. Protection. He runs a thumb across the lettering, swallows hard, and offers it back without meeting her eyes. ]

I cannot take this from you.

[gwenhwyfar]

[She looks almost offended, eye locking with his. He can see her chewing the inside of her mouth.]

Why?

[pratentious]

[ She would only be more offended, outraged beyond measure, if she knew his reasoning. He can only shake his head. ]

I do not deserve such a token. It would be wrong of me to accept it.

[gwenhwyfar]

Don't be ridiculous.

[She's going to give it to him, whether he likes it or not. Taking his hand, she cups it into hers and drops the charm in his hand, and clenches it into a fist.]

Your lands once belonged to the Celts and the druids. Like it or not, they were your ancestors. Our ancestors. Remember that.

[pratentious]

[ He swallows thickly, staring at their hands and the weight of the charm within them before nodding once meekly. ]

Thank you.

[ He will likely never be able to forget. ]

[gwenhwyfar]

[Don't stare, Arthur, they're hideous and ugly, these hands. Demonic and just about the only part of her body that looks demonic. But once he finally takes it, Regina does do one thing just mess with him.

Before she departs, she leaves a soft kiss on his cheek, rises, and slowly slinks off confidently.]