DRIVEN

BRIGHT  BLUE  eyes  implore,  hands  drifting  towards  him  in  gentle  palms  that  seem  to  glow  with  an  ethereal  light.  magic              but  not  of  this  world.  it  did  not  sing  with  the  voices  of  the  animals,  did  not  rustle  the  trees  or  leap  with  the  wind.  it  seemed  otherwordly  in  that  respect,  too  bright  to  be  anything  of  this  world.  a  tender  smile  tipped  up,  her  expression  relaxed  &  calming.  she  moved  forwards  again,  plate  armour  clanking  terribly.

         ❛   please,  allow  me.   ❜   she  wriggled  her  fingers  before  draping  them  across  a  small  cut  on  her  cheek.  her  holy  symbol  brightened  &  her  eyes  seemed  to  flash  pure  white  before  her  hand  retracted.  her  skin  laid  unblemished  once  more.  pike  gestured  to  the  wound  at  his  side,  eyes  still  kind  &  gentle,   ❛   it’s  kinda  what  i  do.   ❜

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                                         EYES  WIDEN  —  COBALT  GAZE  INCREDULOUS     for,  he  has  only  heard  such  stories  of  ancient  magic.     LEGENDS     that  he  had  been  told  as  a  boy,  and  remembers  faint      DREAMS     of  such  work.  Yet  gaze  softens  as  she  continues.              SUCH  A  THING  OF  BEAUTY !!  For  too  long  the  land  has  known  own  PAIN  and  ruin.  His  first  thought  is  to  linger  by  her  etherial  side,  there  is  not  MUCH  that  he  is  afraid  of.  

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         She did not announce her presence, there was no welcome party waiting to guide her through the halls of the keep. No guard or servant stopped her as silent steps took her to the throne room, and none had yet arrived when she entered. And so the wizard waited, took the time to notice. This place felt different now than it had when Uther had reigned, and certainly different from the darkness that had spread from Vortigern’s shadow. It was lighter, an aura so bright she nearly had to shield her eyes against it. 

               And then he entered. 

        “Tell me, Arthur, now that you have the whole of England to command, what will you do with the mages?”

                                   KING,  such  a  HEAVY  title  to  wear  upon  brow.  YET,  he  does  it  with  such  ease  one  would  think  that  he  was  BORN  for  it.  The  gutter  blossomed  hustler  NOW  turned  royalty  is  QUICK  to  learn  that  you  are  only  as  STRONG  as  the  men  you  surround  yourself  with.  He  had  chosen  wisely,  and  in  that  choosing  it  had  made  him  and  AGREEABLE  King.   

his touch garners almost no reaction, and gwen has to force herself to blink, to focus more clearly on him in front of her.  everything feels just a little bit off, like a sidestep away from reality, and gwen…gwen doesn’t know what to do.  absentmindedly, her hand raises, fingertips brushing the vicious bruising around his eye.  ❝you’re hurt.❞ as though he doesn’t know.

had he asked a question? she thinks he might have, and she tilts into his warmth as she tries to remember what it was, non-verbally apologetic about the way the damp of her clothes presses against him.  ❝they burned my village.❞ she chokes on a sob on the last word, knees week where she stands, and she’s trembling, though whether from emotion or cold is hard to say.  ❝my father put me on a horse but i fell, i fell off and when i turned to look there was nothing…nothing at all.❞

                                                     EYES  round  as  she  tells  her  tale,  a  tale  that  causes  his  BLOOD  to  run  COLD.  He’s  heard  of  such  travesties  the  REIGN  of    vortigen    has  been  ruinous,  a  reign  that  has  brought  nothing  but  misery  upon  English  land.  Her  words  ECHO  in  mind  as  he  works  out  what  to  say.  For,  what  can  he  possibly  OFFER  her  in  the  ways  of  words  or  condolences.  Tongue  wets  dry  lips  as  he  LOOKS  at  the  girl  he’s  been  in  love  with  for  as  LONG  as  he  can  remember,  and  for  a  moment  he  WISHES  he  was  a  man,  and  there  was  SOMETHING  that  he  could  do.  

she’s got two skinned knees and dirt on her face.  exhaustion weighs down on her small frame heavily, almost visible on her shoulders, even as she keeps walking.  gwen knows exactly where she’s going - exactly who she’s looking for.  rain and wind batter her; her cloak was soaked through hours ago, and her fingers are numb, but she doesn’t stop.  not till she finds the building.  she gets through without much trouble - they know her by now - and makes her way to his room, where she knows he is.  she’s so small among the adults there she goes almost unnoticed until she finds him.  it’s only then that she stops, trembling where she stands, and tries to smile.  ❝arthur.❞ it comes out faint and a little desperate.  she’s been travelling for so long. // @borneking

                                           Sitting  on  stool  near  BAR  he  acts  older  than  he  is;  the  girls  don’t  mind.  Think  it’s  CUTE  that  he’s  there.  Little  Arthur  holding  up  a  steak  to  eye  as  he  nurses  his  NEWEST  wound.  Lip  split  from  some  BEAST  who  attacked  him.  So  ready  to  FIGHT  for  what’s  right  but,  his  AGE  is  a  hinderance. ❛❛  I  had  him  I  did …  you  should  see  wot  HE  looks  like. ❜❜ BARTENDER  laughs  as  he  listens  to  the  young  boy.  Arthur  telling  tale  with  such  conviction that  one  would  believe  for  a  moment  that  he  indeed  was  the  VICTORIOUS  one.