carpe-ho_ras [closed, for Merlin]

[misborncat]

Asato didn't like the rain. He huddled up further under the tree canopy and curled his tail around him further. His cloak was getting soaked through and he figured he'd eventually have to brave the full force of the spring storm to get inside the mansion and dry off, but he wasn't really looking forward to that.

Times like this, he missed his tiny hut in his home village. Or even Bardo's inn. Something warm and safe.

Like I said, for Merlin, but if someone wants to chat with a water-logged kitty, feel free to poke me.

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[comesindreams.livejournal.com]

"Don't be ridiculous," Sebastian says, almost sharply, though not quite. "It's not his anymore. It's yours. As far as I'm concerned, that's it."

Either? Both?

[myrddin-wyllt.livejournal.com]

Merlin nods, and comes back to sit with them, the food is cooking nicely. He speaks as he prepares another pipe.

"I agree," he says kind. "At least one of them left of his own choice - his bed is yours."

If the other returns, well. His bed will be there. Heh.

[misborncat.livejournal.com]

Asato looks from one to the other, then smiles and relaxes. "Alright then. Thank you. Both of you."

[comesindreams.livejournal.com]

Sebastian shrugs, perhaps a little awkwardly. "No need to thank me, it's no skin off my back."

[myrddin-wyllt.livejournal.com]

Merlin smiles a bit more, shakes his head. "All the same, you are welcome, sons," he tells them both.

"Old men may grump at times, but they do rejoice in company, silent or otherwise."

There's probably a pleasant smell starting to emanate from the kitchen. Merlin's pipe is lit and clove fills the air around him.

[misborncat.livejournal.com]

Asato's ear flatten and he ducks his head in embarrassment. He felt rather like a kitten again here with the two of them and wasn't sure if he liked it. But ... sons?

Before he can say anything though, his stomach growls loudly. "Oh,um, sorry..."

[comesindreams.livejournal.com]

Sebastian grimaces at Asato a little, probably for the same word, and shakes his head, slightly. "Is that almost ready?" Sebastian asks, his voice dry again, almost wry. "I think our new housemate is hungry."

[myrddin-wyllt.livejournal.com]

"Aye, aye," Merlin replies - and if he's noticed the non-verbal cues, he's studiously ignoring them. An old and lonely man can have his illusions, can't he?

"Show him where the necessities are, Sebastian - and help yourselves. I'm not your wetnurse, now, am I?"