James E. Wilson, MD (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dr_conscience) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tampered2009-05-02 10:55 pm
dr_conscience) wrote in tampered2009-05-02 10:55 pm
Log; Ongoing
When; The evening of May 2nd
Rating; PG probably.
Characters;![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dr_conscience, thefutureking, sleepyseer
Summary; After winning Morgana's company in Blair's auction, Arthur requests that she joins him for dinner. Unknown to Morgana, he's agreed to let Wilson surprise her and take her out... after just a few threats, anyway.
Log;
Wilson couldn't help but be nervous. He couldn't blame Arthur, of course; he knew that he only had Morgana's best interests at heart. And certainly, he couldn't imagine doing anything to hurt her. Still, a standing threat from the legendary king (even if he was currently the king-to-be) didn't exactly do much to set his mind at ease. Something about knowing that heavily-armed medieval royalty was aggressively protective of his date just made Wilson second-guess everything. As if he wasn't doubting, judging, re-judging, and questioning himself about this constantly already.
He stared at the apartment door for a long moment, hesitating with his hand a few inches away from it. He slowly drew a deep breath in and out, and finally... knocked.
Rating; PG probably.
Characters;
dr_conscience, thefutureking, sleepyseerSummary; After winning Morgana's company in Blair's auction, Arthur requests that she joins him for dinner. Unknown to Morgana, he's agreed to let Wilson surprise her and take her out... after just a few threats, anyway.
Log;
Wilson couldn't help but be nervous. He couldn't blame Arthur, of course; he knew that he only had Morgana's best interests at heart. And certainly, he couldn't imagine doing anything to hurt her. Still, a standing threat from the legendary king (even if he was currently the king-to-be) didn't exactly do much to set his mind at ease. Something about knowing that heavily-armed medieval royalty was aggressively protective of his date just made Wilson second-guess everything. As if he wasn't doubting, judging, re-judging, and questioning himself about this constantly already.
He stared at the apartment door for a long moment, hesitating with his hand a few inches away from it. He slowly drew a deep breath in and out, and finally... knocked.