Overindulge : Gluttony
Artist:
lfb72
Title:Gluttony:
Rating:PG
Pairing:Merlin, Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Media: pen and coloured pencils
Warnings: too much sugar is bad for you
Prompt:Overindulge
Artist’s Notes: First time participating in Camelot Drabble. Many thanks toclea2011, polomonkeyand fifty_fifty for helping me.
Merlin prides himself on his ability to sense danger, that innate magical ability to know when something is amiss and to subtlety impart this knowledge to his king, thereby averting disaster.
Does he listen? No, of course not.
Three-foot-high lollipops in the middle of the forbidden forest, that’s not strange at all, is it Arthur?
‘I’m hungry, Merlin. I haven’t eaten all day, Merlin. Don’t be such a girl’s petticoat, Merlin’.
Now look at him, the King of Camelot, crawling on his hands and knees stuffing his face with sweeties, gorging on candy and filling his once toned tummy with cake.
This must stop.
Merlin tries everything. "Think of your waistline Sire."
"Nonsense, Merlin, someone with a physicque like mine can afford to overindulge from time to time."
In desperation Merlin grabs Arthur’s free arm (the one not glued to his mouth) and tries to pull him away. So intent on this task is Merlin that he fails to see the danger, fails to sense the real threat: a surprisingly spritely old witch with a giant club.
Thwack!
“Merlin?”
Thwack!
“We will eat well tonight, Geoffrey.” The old crone cackles to the cat as she drags her dinner into the cottage.
lfb72Title:Gluttony:
Rating:PG
Pairing:Merlin, Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Media: pen and coloured pencils
Warnings: too much sugar is bad for you
Prompt:Overindulge
Artist’s Notes: First time participating in Camelot Drabble. Many thanks to
clea2011, polomonkeyand fifty_fifty for helping me. Merlin prides himself on his ability to sense danger, that innate magical ability to know when something is amiss and to subtlety impart this knowledge to his king, thereby averting disaster.
Does he listen? No, of course not.
Three-foot-high lollipops in the middle of the forbidden forest, that’s not strange at all, is it Arthur?
‘I’m hungry, Merlin. I haven’t eaten all day, Merlin. Don’t be such a girl’s petticoat, Merlin’.
Now look at him, the King of Camelot, crawling on his hands and knees stuffing his face with sweeties, gorging on candy and filling his once toned tummy with cake.
This must stop.
Merlin tries everything. "Think of your waistline Sire."
"Nonsense, Merlin, someone with a physicque like mine can afford to overindulge from time to time."
In desperation Merlin grabs Arthur’s free arm (the one not glued to his mouth) and tries to pull him away. So intent on this task is Merlin that he fails to see the danger, fails to sense the real threat: a surprisingly spritely old witch with a giant club.
Thwack!
“Merlin?”
Thwack!
“We will eat well tonight, Geoffrey.” The old crone cackles to the cat as she drags her dinner into the cottage.