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oom : room 25
Doc's room is a bit smaller than Merlin's when it comes to actual space and size. And while there are no supplies for an artist, there is definitely space for creative expression. There is a desk against the far wall with a few stacks of papers sitting on it, an inkwell and some pens. Books full of poetry by the works of Poe and Shakespeare and Keats are scattered on the small bedside table. His pistol hangs in his holster on one of the bedposts at the foot of th ebed.
The bed is also smaller than Merlin's but still big enough for two people. There is a dresser with mirror, and several small folded paper cranes sit on the surface. One corner holds a wooden crate with broken odds and ends that look like they could have come from a ship, and a wooden cask with stopper. Another corner holds his rifle, a longbow (nothing special, merely a practice bow) as well as a sword (again, merely a practice sword with dulled edges and dings). There is a plasma TV too and DVD player (which was quite the adventure to set up) but Doc is interested in none of these things as he walks in the door.
Instead he carefully peels himself out of his t-shirt and tosses it aside, holding onto the doorframe to the bathroom for support.
(Unknown to him there is a bruise shaped like a handprint on his right shoulder, where a grip held him tight against the struggle.)
Another moment before he can move again and then he turns the sink on, cold, and splashes himself in the face with the water.
The bed is also smaller than Merlin's but still big enough for two people. There is a dresser with mirror, and several small folded paper cranes sit on the surface. One corner holds a wooden crate with broken odds and ends that look like they could have come from a ship, and a wooden cask with stopper. Another corner holds his rifle, a longbow (nothing special, merely a practice bow) as well as a sword (again, merely a practice sword with dulled edges and dings). There is a plasma TV too and DVD player (which was quite the adventure to set up) but Doc is interested in none of these things as he walks in the door.
Instead he carefully peels himself out of his t-shirt and tosses it aside, holding onto the doorframe to the bathroom for support.
(Unknown to him there is a bruise shaped like a handprint on his right shoulder, where a grip held him tight against the struggle.)
Another moment before he can move again and then he turns the sink on, cold, and splashes himself in the face with the water.
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"I was wrong, Jo. I'm sorry. I am very safe and you can just relax."
Look, he's even going to lift an arm so Doc can scoot against him for safety purposes while they watch a Shakespeare adaption. Chosen specifically for the drugged man because he's a teacher, Merlin's hoping it catches his interest.
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not safe
He swallows.
"M'sorry too didn't mean t'feel like this but couldn't help it cause s'not like s'your job t'keep me safe I just thought...bar's always been safe but now it's not cause the dreams and I don't...m'sorry I...hell fucked this..."
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That was the plan, anyway, to watch the movie and distract Doc away from his current mindset. But the outlaw keeps running his mouth, and the outlaw's sorcerer is already too tense for his own good - his back is beginning to ache.
So...
... Merlin simply leans his head down and capture's Doc's mouth with his. THAT should shut him up nicely.
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Doc, being the one currently being kissed, is a bit surprised at the sudden contact because he was not prepared for it. But it does do the job and does in fact, shut him up.
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Merlin now has a pair of arms wrapped around his torso and an outlaw beaming at him.
"Thank you. Shoulda done that in t'first place."
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What?
Merlin takes this opportunity to just stare down at Doc, his expression approximating sorcerer-caught-in-the-headlights. He's just not harmless enough to resemble a deer.
"I should ha--- what?"
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Because there is a movie and Merlin is warm and still smells nice and Doc is nestled up against him and the world can spin and most importantly Doc is not afraid of this room.
So when he flops back on the bed and in the process Merlin comes down with him, he gets an outlaw using his chest as a pillow with one arm wrapped around his middle. Looking rather content and pleased with himself.
Yeah, no need to talk.
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It takes a little while for Merlin to wrestle with his conscience, but eventually he drapes an arm around Doc and pulls him close, cheek resting against the top of his head.
Definitely no need to talk.