[ Arthur swears, low, and turns his back to the feed to brace himself against the desk. There shouldn't be an alternative. Where is he, that he's let his kingdom fall into Morgana's hands once more? That she could starve his Knights for what he's no doubt is simply because she can. Her powers must have grown and he, apparently, has yet to do anything about it.
How long will they play this tired game?
He shakes his head, back still turned, and looks to the ceiling, the skies above it, for patience. For the first time in the five months he's been here, Arthur wishes he were in Camelot and not Asgard. Or maybe he simply wishes not to feel so damned powerless to help those he's sworn his life to. Either way.
He turns back to make sure Gwaine is still there on the bracelet's feed, eyes him, then decides that's enough sitting around being useless and drags off his shirt before walking out of the frame of the video. His voice can still be heard from nearby though. ]
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How long will they play this tired game?
He shakes his head, back still turned, and looks to the ceiling, the skies above it, for patience. For the first time in the five months he's been here, Arthur wishes he were in Camelot and not Asgard. Or maybe he simply wishes not to feel so damned powerless to help those he's sworn his life to. Either way.
He turns back to make sure Gwaine is still there on the bracelet's feed, eyes him, then decides that's enough sitting around being useless and drags off his shirt before walking out of the frame of the video. His voice can still be heard from nearby though. ]
How much has Merlin told to you?