the things that came before || lance&arthur
@knightedlancelot
Arthur took a deep shuddering breath as he made his way back out of the forest towards town. He felt dirty, his fingers rubbing together, and though it was likely only sweat, for a moment he was sure he saw blood on his hands. He hadn’t killed anyone, not since he’d died. Or... almost died. He still couldn’t tell which one it was. Though for the weight on his heart, it did not matter. All he knew was that he’d murdered someone or near enough. And that, for a moment, he’d enjoyed it.
His heart pumped in his throat, looking up from his feet to see the familiar face of his once close friend. Static spread out from his chest and ran to the tips of his fingers as he stared, eyes wild, at the man. Unsure yet, if the figure before him was really there or an apparition come to taunt him. His stomach twisted and he parted his lips, breathing into the night air, “How did we ever do it?”
War and battle had come as freely as water from the streams in Camelot, and suddenly he did not understand how, as a younger man, he had never felt this. Only that a duty had been done. Granted, this had seemed a duty at the start. But now it was so much more and so much less all in one.
