Title: The Email Order Bridegroom: A Window Into the Near Future
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Arthur had a plan to stay in the United States. That plan was Merlin.
Word Count: 534
Prompt: 237, A Day In the Life
Author's Notes: This is a small window into Arthur and Merlin's lives several months down the road.
Celeste leaps onto the end of the bed, staring purposefully at the yellow hair sticking out from under the royal blue duvet, willing the great lump to get up and get to work. Minutes tick by with no progress so, restless, she stalks up and down the body, trying to march into his awareness.
Other than the rise and fall of his breaths, the lump remains immobile. It’s time to engage. She steps around him, stopping at his head, glaring at the one closed eye and nostril poking out over the cover. She head butts him twice. Again nothing.
Celeste quietly moves close enough to drape herself over his face, purring as she kneads the pillow on either side. Finally there’s movement and a muffled groan into her belly. Celeste moves to the side, meowing.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Arthur sighs, rolling over onto his back. He looks at the clock and groans again. It’s 5:40. Their cat is keeping to Merlin’s schedule even though he’s been working in London for the past three weeks.
He reaches out a hand to give their girl a scratch behind the ears. She rewards him with loud purring.
“Yes, your majesty. I live to serve,” Arthur says, throwing off the duvet so the cat is now covered. He watches amused as she burrows her way free, jumping to the floor. She tilts her head, side eyeing him in a disconcertingly Morgana like manner.
“You’re not that witch’s minion, are you?” He asks. His half sister had spent a millisecond as a practicing Wicca at uni. Celeste lifts her tail and turns to walk out the door.
After dishing up a breakfast of revolting smelling organic chicken and liver and some fresh water for Celeste and a plate of toasted wholegrain bread with cheese for himself, Arthur picks up his cell phone and starts typing.
5:56AM Arthur: Your cat tried to smother me in my sleep.
11:58 AM Merlin: My cat? You found her.
5:59 AM Arthur: She’s my cat when she’s good. Your cat when she’s doing Morgana’s bidding.
11:59 AM Merlin: For the hundredth time, Arthur, OUR cat is NOT enchanted. She won you over with being teeny tiny and sweet not witchcraft. The cute helped, too.
Celeste jumps into Arthur's lap so she can see if there’s anything tasty left on the toast plate. Arthur snaps a photo of her white socked paw grabbing the last bite of crust. Arthur attaches the photo to his next text.
6:01 AM Arthur: She’s also a little thief! Come home and control YOUR cat!
12:02 PM Merlin: Only ten more days to go. Keep her from taking up drinking and smoking. They’re calling me back on set. Skype tonight?
6:02 AM Arthur: I’ll put Celeste on and you can have a talk with her. We both miss you bunches. kissy face and black and white faced cat blowing kisses face
12:02 PM Merlin: I love and miss you, too. Both of you. kissy face
Arthur pets Celeste, showing her the series of texts. “We get to see him tonight. Try to stay out of trouble while I’m at work, princess.” Celeste purrs and washes toast crumbs off her whiskers and paw in response.