#moondarkens

             the handwriting was shaky at best, but she was going to get suspicious if he kept going down to the shore and hiding what he was doing. honestly, she was smarter than he was in so many way, she may have figured it out already, that each day before sunrise he would go to the shore, practicing the letters she had taught him in the sand, letting the water erase the attempts so he could start again. but now he held out the small scrap of parchment to her, already a slight blush on his cheeks. ‘ i-- would you--- this is for you. ‘ 

        inside, the letters still far from perfect, was: i, pelleas of ebusus, do beg permission permision to become your knight, lady nimue. 

          the first thing he remembered was a brilliant light, a soft voice speaking words of comfort he could not longer recollect. it was like a dream. and then, with no memory of the travel between one moment and the next, he was on the sand of a beach, the sound of water behind him. then nothing. blessed unconscious. he hoped, when he woke, he would remember something, anything. but everything before that comforting light was gone. ‘ i don’t-- i don’t know where i am. ‘ 

         he didn’t have children of his own. always too much to do, never enough time to settle down. but seeing lancelot with his daughter? well, there wasn’t the right words to describe the amount of second hand embarrassment he felt. the little girl ran from the room crying, and lancelot just stood there looking like it meant nothing! his own daughter was crying! so while lancelot pretended nothing had happened, it was kay that followed the child, finding her near a window, still looking like a frightened cat. 

           ‘ hello. my name is kay. i’m not going to hurt you. ‘ 

@moondarkens​ said: ‘ what did you dream of? ’

           few in camelot beyond lancelot and arthur have ever seen the queen so little like a queen: embroidered bedcoat over nightgown, slippers on her feet, her hair unbound. she had not expected to find another soul awake this hour, and those that might have been would be, she had thought, all guards. the fact that it was dreams that had wakened her and set her walking is no lie, but she is not sure yet just how much else she wishes to divulge. instead, she works the little knife in her hand through the apple in the other, stopping just as the blade brushes skin on the other side, the apple neatly cut in half. one half she holds out in offering as she speaks. “i dreamed of the earth shaking,” she says at last. “and stone crumbling. lightning striking water. i am not sure why, but it made me uneasy, that is all. but i am not the only one awake at such an hour, after all.  are you well?” 

“You people were a lot funner before the Romans showed up, you know that?” The one called Morningstar was prone to shifting, even when his appearance appeared more conventional there was a sharpness to his features that seemed dangerous, almost predatory. 

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❛ Why does everyone assume I want something? ❜     //     @moondarkens​  for  lance  !!

__________ ♟     HE   HAS   NEVER   FOUND   WORDS   COME   EASILY   TO   HIM   WHEN      personal  matters  or  matters  of  the  heart  are  concerned.      a  sword,   a  fight,   a  quest.     they  are  easy   &&   straight  forward.     no  messy  entanglements  to  contend  with.      he  shifts  slightly   &&   clears  his  throat  to  buy  time  to  place  thoughts  in  order.     he   owes   her   a  reply.     he   owes   her   much   more   than   just   an   answer   to   a   question.     ❛   that  is  the  way  of  the  court.     not  that  that  makes  it  fair  of  them.     i  have  never  seen  it  change.     they  think  nothing  comes  without  a  price.  ❜      he  himself  has  been  a  great  many  things  to  the  people  amongst  these  halls.      a  friend,     a  knight,   a  lover.      he  wonders  if  this  is  truly  the  place  for  such  a  kindhearted  soul  such  as  she.