King and queen of faces

Part 19: link


    Emrys. The voice sounds in Merlin’s head and he looks about, searching with his eyes and his gift. He recognizes the voice, and it sends the slightest chill through him.
    Mordred? he calls back.
    Yes, Emrys. I understand u wish to speak with me.
    “Arthur,” Merlin calls, catching up to Arthur. “I… I need to go on an errand.”
    “An errand, Merlin? We’re nearly home!”
    “Just came up.”
    “How could it ‘just...

Part 5: link


    Ding.
    “Shit, my phone!” Gwen exclaims as the elevator doors open on the first floor. She and Arthur were about to head home pagina for the day, back to her house for a little avondeten, diner and an evening in.
    “Did u leave it?” Arthur asks, looking down at her.
    “Yeah. u go on ahead, I’ll just go back up and get it and meet u at my house,” she tells him. “There’s a spare key in the back garden under a pot of petunias,” she adds quietly just before the doors slide closed again.
    “Okay,”...