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Francine Peters ([personal profile] thatsamilkshake) wrote2009-05-11 09:43 pm

Theodore Roosevelt A-1, Monday Evening


Full of marshmallows and good company, and with her bed finally cleared off of crap junk important things that she desperately needed to bring to the cabins with her, Francine was relaxing on said bed with a book.

No, not That Book. That Book was hidden in a very safe place where no one would look for it even if they knew it existed.

Under her pillow, shut up.

The book she was reading had a burly brooding bearded man and a well-endowed lady on the cover, and wasn't a dingbat's guide to anything. Except maybe purple prose.

[OOC: This one's for the Ears. And possibly the BFF if she cares to snort from the other side of the wall. OMFG campfires are exhausting!

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2009-05-12 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Well. Yes. I do," Merlin said, looking around nervously. "But I'm not that person from those stories. I'm me."

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2009-05-12 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Merlin just ducked his head a bit. "No, I'm not! I mean... I can barely figure it all out most of the time!"

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2009-05-12 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, he's Arthur." Merlin sighed and fiddled with the bedspread. "He's who ought to be the important one."

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2009-05-12 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
That got her a small grin and a Merlin--yes, the Merlin--leaning over for a kiss. "And that's enough for me to be happy."
Edited 2009-05-12 05:38 (UTC)

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2009-05-12 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
"If you like," Merlin replied, nodding oh so seriously. "But don't let Arthur hear you be. He'd never stop taunting me about it."

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2009-05-12 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
"If he stopped the taunting, he'd be forced to do something crazy like respect me," Merlin said dryly.