The Divine Lance of Arthur

      Do you like bad knights? Guys with serious daddy issues that literally destroys their fathers kingdom trying to prove can be king? Who noted to be slightly off their bloody rockers? Then look no further then this hot mess of Mordred the bastard ‘son’ of King Arthur Pendragon.

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

why can’t you just tell a nice lie once in a while?

okay, i told you something, now you tell me something.

you’re running a little bit of a fever.

it’s not a rock, it’s a bandage. and don’t move around, your tubes’ll come loose.

come on, it’s okay, you can wake up.

there are people who go places, and people who stay.

have a hamburger. you can have a hamburger, can’t you?

i’m not going to throw away a whole dollar.

you look wore out, ___. you better get some sleep.

this is the worst thing that’ll ever happen to me.

i find it real hard to live politely.

they won’t let me stay with you if you keep talking. you’re supposed to rest. 

i thought i was supposed to be the stubborn one in this family.

maybe sometimes things don’t work out. i know i’ll never figure out the “why” of a lot of stuff that’s happened.

i’ve been bashed up pretty good, ___, but i’m going to make it.

it was the first time i realized hurting somebody could feel really good.

you sure know how to cheer people up.

love ought to be a real simple thing.

well, that’s as close to being a ghost as i want to get.

isn’t this a little extreme?

you’re almost looking human again.

i’d like to make somebody sorry.

oh, shit. this is great, this is just great.

___ doesn’t have the sense god gave a goat.

the doctors say you’re going to be okay. that’s not what they were telling us when we got to the emergency room the other night.

maybe we can go to a movie.

you don’t have people depending on you.

well, you look pretty messed up right now. what happened?

that’s all you’re going to get, so don’t ask for any more.

well, it’s a good home.

come on, kid, hang in there, we’ll go to the hospital, okay?

in the daytime you aren’t afraid of anything.

go ahead, ___. dump me! everybody else has and i don’t know why you should be any different!

anyhow, it’s a waste of money.

i’ve been going all my life, cowboy.

i think we’re going to get to see a riot.

___, all my life i wanted somebody who knew more than i did to tell me the truth. i really wanted that. i had to learn it all the hard way. i’m just giving you a present i always wanted.

   It now made more sense and if the Lancer was honest even he was aware he held himself very different from the Saber. Despite them supposedly being from the same legend it is clear that the Saber gaze held more idealism. Maybe the aches of aging weighed heavier on him, or maybe there a difference in how their essence truly is. There was more youth in the Saber but that also why he can’t help but defend it just a hint. A contrast to the other Gilgamesh that seem to bicker among themselves but maybe it because the ideals he has don’t really change. 

     “Even if we do conduct ourselves a bit differently I just feel it a bit unfair to act as if I am of a different breed from him.” Arthur noted, not that he even conversed with the saber counterpart in fact he felt unsure if the other felt the same. In contrast, the lancer was much more solemn and even serious in appearance compared to the younger ‘princely’ looking man. “Maybe it simply nostalgia as I can understand a lot of what he does. Which I guess the Gilgamesh’s do not feel and thus can have very varying opinions on each other.”

     ❝AHAHAHA! THAT IS VERY much something he would say!❞ Raucous laughter filled the space between them, the Pharaoh’s head thrown back and voice as booming as it always was. It took some time for Ozymandias to regain control of himself, his hand lifting to wipe away a tear that had collected in the corner of his eye. ❝Ah, I have not laughed like that since our shared Master said something utterly ridiculous to me. Mm, very well then. I will not look at you as if I were examining some rare gem if that brings about such discomfort from you. Even one such as I can be mannerly when the mood hits. Let us start over again.❞ Much like how he dealt with Arturia and her different selves, he would judge based on what was before him rather than what he believed should be present. The Lancer version of that woman was not like the Lion King and so forth. This was the same for this particular Arthur.

     “I think every single person I have come across has paused to stare at me to gawk,” It was the truth for he held himself up to a different appearance. Arthur knew that as much as would like to say felt there was no huge difference between him and the saber knew that wasn’t true for their appearance or how they held themselves. The Saber was reclusive yet also clearly idealistic while the Lancer had no issues showing themselves but held himself to a much higher degree. Though in an instant, the king noticed the other finger twitched as his instincts were honed from years of warring with many other kings.

     His eyes narrow just a hint making it clear that he had seen the Pharoah’s hand almost reaching out for something. Though it would be a lie to claim that he held no interest in testing his strength against others. Especially of Kings and Monarchs from other far lands that he never had a chance to encounter in life. He does not reach for his own though simply straightening himself up with a wry smile. After all, it would be rude to call the other out for his itchy fingers like that and if they're anything he learned in the court it is manners.