Your muse comes home to find my muse on their doorstep, curled up and asleep and clearly waiting for your muse. What does your muse do?

sonofpendragon:

iamthefirechild:

sonofpendragon:

He gently kneels down and shakes her arm. “Summer? You’re gonna get cold out here.” He speaks softly.

The faint doesn’t last long, and Summer soon opens her green eyes to fall on Arthur’s face. The world still feels like it’s moving under her feet, even though she’s lying down. “Sorry,” she says softly. “I don’t mean to be such trouble.”

Arthur shook his head, “Don’t you worry, you’re resting. I got Gaius on his way here and you’re going to be okay?” He spoke, pulling over a chair and sat down next to her. “Do you remember what you were doing before you fell asleep?”

“Waiting for you. I had to find you.” She frowns. “I don’t … remember … why … ” The words come slowly as she rummages through her memory, but it’s all blurry. She’s not even sure how long she was there. “I just had to find you … ” Why is there a gap in her memory!? It’s terrifying. She has a good memory!