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34 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2010
“I thought your name was Cedric,” Arthur says halfway through dinner, genuinely confused.
“Cedric is weak and hapless.” Cedric makes a face, taking out a small jar of hair gel and proceeding to slick his bangs back. “He’s a buffoon and a cretin. Forget Cedric. It’sCornelius now.”
Arthur stares at him, incredulous.
“Cornelius is bold,” Cedric/Cornelius goes on, now slipping off his sports jacket and turning it inside-out to reveal a thick lining of black feathers. “Cornelius is charming. Cornelius doesn’t need therapy.”
“Oh my God,” Arthur whispers.
“Cornelius will get laid tonight and not cry like a baby afterwards,” Cedric/Cornelius finishes, sliding his jacket back on and carefully smoothing down the feathers.
“Did Cornelius take his medication today?” Arthur tries, cautious.
“Here you go,” Merlin arrives then, setting down their plates. “Lemon chicken and Italian wedding soup – oh, hello, wardrobe change.”
“Back off, whore,” Cedric/Cornelius hisses, reaching out to lay a hand on top of Arthur’s.
“And a personality change,” Merlin says slowly, wide-eyed.
“I do not approve of this,” Arthur mouths at Merlin silently.
“Cornelius is striking and confident and always a winner,” Cedric/Cornelius announces, narrowing his eyes in Merlin’s direction.
“I’m happy for him,” Merlin says, looking uncertain.
“Don’t encourage him,” Arthur begs, trying to remove his hand from Cedric/Cornelius’s surprisingly strong grip.
“Cornelius always gets his man,” Cedric/Cornelius continues, voice alarmingly loud now. “Cornelius won’t be thwarted by his own demons or by meddlesome twinks.”
“Cornelius’s feathers are dropping into his soup,” Merlin points out, grinning.
Cedric/Cornelius throws his cranberry juice in Merlin’s face.