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Did you guys know that the most recent version of sharks have fins that are kinda leg like and they like to walk up onto land?

Another silly request

Nino: Dude, calm down.

Adrien: To quote Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 3, Line 92, ‘No’.

Reality of Mothers in Palestine.

They absolutely rehearsed this multiple times on their way to the Baratie

Day 10

Friday

Isolation

@adrienagresteseptember2021

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He’s been going to the Francois-Dupont for years now but still wasn’t feeling like he was a part of the inner circle. Like sure he was in the class but he also wasn’t.

He was never there when they hung out at the weekends or after school. And it wasn’t like they aren’t inviting him to tag along, they ask every time, he’s just never allowed.

Sometimes, like right now, the group phones him so he can somehow be there to.

Marinette who is holding the phone sat down next to Alix who was putting on her rollerblades and Nathaniel who is trying to sketch out a new part of the next comic.

“Hey, Kim, can you do a plank, please?”

Kim, Alya and Max stood a bit further from the others talking about something Adrien couldn’t understand through the phone. However, at the mention of Kim’s name they walked over.

“Hey!” Alix punches Nathaniel’s shoulder “I can do a plank too, you know.”

“I know, but you don’t have the kind of statue I’m trying to draw.”

The conversation went on and on and it was great to spend time with his friends but it wasn’t the same.

He just wasn’t a part of the group.

He often felt like no one really took notice of him in those moments. He was happy but still, he just wanted to be there, with them.

He’s just tired of being isolated from... everything.

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Not scared to show his face anymore 📸

The man who slid from his horse was not his son. Not as he’d known him. Uther was still seeking answers for what had befallen Camelot, for what had become of his son, but he wasn’t certain the man before him could give him those answers.

He was changed. The man Uther had sent out to settle unrest along the northern border had been young, eager to please, there’d been a confidence in him that came from the arrogance of youth rather than confidence in his own abilities, something Uther had frequently taken advantage of.

This man bore none of that youthful arrogance. He stood tall, shoulders firm, sure in his own power and strength. The clean youthful lines of his face had given way to rougher lines of hard living, of a neatly trimmed beard.

He did not bow at Uther’s feet, rather he greeted him as an equal.

No, not an equal, Uther saw that in the way this grown version of his son eyed him.

“Father,” he greeted.

“My son,” Uther returned, longing to reach forward and bridge the gap between them and yet knowing it would not be welcomed. For once it was he who felt wrong-footed by their exchange. Something made all the worse when the ranks of knights behind Arthur, some familiar, most not, parted and another man strode up the stand beside Arthur.

Stand beside him as an equal. That at least had not changed, then. Merlin had always been an atrocious servant.

His son’s manservant had changed too, perhaps as much, if not more than Arthur. He stood tall and confident beside his master, clothes better made than he’d ever worn before, at least in Uther’s presence, a thick beard covered his jaw.

“You have returned with answers, I hope.”

“I have,” Arthur replied, his words were unexpectedly made of steel.

“We’ll speak inside.”

“Yes.”

Arthur turned to his head knight, a man Uther did not recognise and issued orders to deal with the horses and the men and then, with words that struck Uther deep he said, “And someone find Ygraine before we lose her to the sights of the Lower Town.”

“Ygraine?” Uther choked out.

“Our daughter,” Arthur replied curtly.

“A grandchild?” He uttered in wonder.

“We’ve much to discuss.”

Uther certainly thought so, no more than when one of the knights stepped forward and said, “King Arthur, the princess is with her grandmother.”

King Arthur.

Much to discuss indeed.