KING.

          And what if they couldn’t enter ? it wouldn’t have mattered anyways because he appeared first, and thus, it was natural that even if he was covering the entrance, he would have the priority first, that of course, aside the fact that he was a king, and as such, he shouldn’t even explain his position- whatever was the case, a light frown still ends up appearing on his features after he gets caught ( not that he was being subtle to begin with )

        𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 . That is how the corrupted king’s face remains as Eli jovially offers him ice cream. Despite the fact that it was no surprise that some alters had a certain.... affinity over junk food, it was curious how Arthur barely moved from his position, and with pale golden eyes still fixated not on the ice cream but instead, on Eli; silence lingers in their shared space for a couple of seconds. 

Lifting his hand, he proceeds to take off one of his armored gloves and thus, reveals in front of her for probably the first time, what part of his skin looked like underneath his heavy armor. Once his glove was taken off and dropped to the floor, the sight of an unnaturally pale hand makes its presence. Such was the unnatural shade that it almost gave the impression that the altered king was merely a corpse walking amongst the living rather than the embodiment of who once have been King Arthur Pendragon; yet this wasn’t the most surprising factor- for the next aspect that clearly denoted something was different were the couple of faint golden scales that were now begining to fade away, product of Arthur seeking to hide these traits away from her sight. Once theres no more trail of scales across his hand, he proceeds to take hold of the pot she was offering him. It is in this point that his cold gaze suffers from a small shift; there was now curiosity in his eyes . With his attention now completely stolen by the little cup, he stares intensely at it for a couple of seconds in complete silence. 

          She had woken up especially early that morning, long before the sun’s light even started to color the sky, startled out of her rest by a dream of which the memory quickly escaped her even though the restless energy that it left didn’t. Going back to sleep was impossible, so the woman did the only reasonable thing she could think of which was getting dressed and starting work. If her mind and hands were busy with other things, then the uncomfortable restless feeling would eventually go away. 

          Once that energy was spent though her body seemed to remember what she was actually supposed to be doing, and then coffee could only do so much. It was only a matter of time before she was unable to keep her eyes open anymore and fell asleep on top of the computer tablets and papers that were scattered across her desk. Vaguely as she drifted off back into unconsciousness she realized that she would regret not just going back to her room later, hunched over a desk wasn’t exactly a good sleeping position for anyone.

          This time there were no dreams, and she wasn’t actually sure how long she was asleep. It wasn’t until she felt someone moving her that Elaine stirred, waking up just enough to realize that she was being moved. “Mmm…” The feeling of being lifted made her face scrunch up somewhat and she squirmed for a moment, her not quite awake brain registering unable to fully understand what was going on but still knowing something was happening against her will. Her head bumped against something hard and mostly smooth, and her eyes opened just enough for her sleep blurred vision to catch a rich red design against obsidian like black. 

          “Mn?!” Eli jumped a bit at the gesture, more surprised than anything else. Gold was not the color she usually saw first with Arthur, she would see the black of his armor or it’s red hilights, or even the pale blond of hair hair. Strangely enough the gold of his eyes was always only a passing thought… 

          She jumped a bit feeling something bump into her back, and was about to move away when familiar black in the edges of her vision caught her attention. “Arthur?” Turning her head as far as it would go to look over her shoulder behind her, sure enough she saw the top of his head. With a hum she looked ahead again, wondering for a what exactly had caused him to show affection like this. ( At least she was assuming this was a display of affection. )