Arthur sighed, smacking a fist down onto the mattress in anger. He flipped over on to his back and opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling, finally resigned to the fact that there was no sleep to be had, hadn't been all night - this despite him being absolutely exhausted.
He could feel the sting of his gritty eyeballs rolling around in tired eyes, the aching of every muscle in his tense body and the sweat cooling to a sticky sheen as it dried on his bare chest and made his skin feel over-tight and itchy.
"That is it!" he growled to his empty chambers, throwing off the covers and bouncing to his feet with a low sound of disgust.
It was a relief to finally give up the pretence of sleep and just do something, anything. But now that he was up, antsy and jittering like an over tired three-year-old, what was he to do?
Arthur's eyes darted rapidly around his chambers. As he took in his clothes and training gear, carefully set out for the morning, a thought hit him and his mouth curled of its own accord in to a mischievous grin - the sort of grin that, when seen on a young child, makes one look for the hidden stash of sugar.
Pulling off his night clothes, he quickly slipped into his breeches and stomped into his boots, pulled down his sword and then grabbed another one... this one for for Merlin. After all - he thought a little wickedly, as he peered out at the sun that was just beginning to peep up over the castle walls - Merlin could use some more sword practice.
I is for Insomnia, Arthur (Merlin)
Arthur sighed, smacking a fist down onto the mattress in anger. He flipped over on to his back and opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling, finally resigned to the fact that there was no sleep to be had, hadn't been all night - this despite him being absolutely exhausted.
He could feel the sting of his gritty eyeballs rolling around in tired eyes, the aching of every muscle in his tense body and the sweat cooling to a sticky sheen as it dried on his bare chest and made his skin feel over-tight and itchy.
"That is it!" he growled to his empty chambers, throwing off the covers and bouncing to his feet with a low sound of disgust.
It was a relief to finally give up the pretence of sleep and just do something, anything. But now that he was up, antsy and jittering like an over tired three-year-old, what was he to do?
Arthur's eyes darted rapidly around his chambers. As he took in his clothes and training gear, carefully set out for the morning, a thought hit him and his mouth curled of its own accord in to a mischievous grin - the sort of grin that, when seen on a young child, makes one look for the hidden stash of sugar.
Pulling off his night clothes, he quickly slipped into his breeches and stomped into his boots, pulled down his sword and then grabbed another one... this one for for Merlin. After all - he thought a little wickedly, as he peered out at the sun that was just beginning to peep up over the castle walls - Merlin could use some more sword practice.
(Edits because one cannot spell! Ha!)