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May. 1st, 2006 06:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Constantine's coronation had, in a word, sucked. Royally. pun intended
Melehan didn't stick around any longer than he absolutely had to. Melou had seen their mother safely to her room, because they can't ever be sure anymore, especially in Camelot, and then he started doing what he did best.
Drinking.
After a while, it occured to him he might want to find his brother before somebody died. Besides, glasses are portable.
He wanders down the mostly deserted hall, banging on doors between sips of ale. "Mele. Get out here."
Silence.
"Mele!"
More silence, and then the door he's currently kicking opens. Just a little. Melou peeks in and grins.
"Seriously, Mele, get your arse out here. You're gonna want to see this."
Melehan didn't stick around any longer than he absolutely had to. Melou had seen their mother safely to her room, because they can't ever be sure anymore, especially in Camelot, and then he started doing what he did best.
Drinking.
After a while, it occured to him he might want to find his brother before somebody died. Besides, glasses are portable.
He wanders down the mostly deserted hall, banging on doors between sips of ale. "Mele. Get out here."
Silence.
"Mele!"
More silence, and then the door he's currently kicking opens. Just a little. Melou peeks in and grins.
"Seriously, Mele, get your arse out here. You're gonna want to see this."