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oflogres:
her suggestion takes him by such surprise, he visibly recoils. “merlin? ” of course, he can’t banish merlin, but nor is he going to ignore her displeasure. arthur’s hands fold behind his back, his brotherly disposition reverting back to his more typical kingly one. “ that would depend on the sin he committed. ”
would he even believe her, if she were to tell him of the horrors merlin had inflicted on her own childhood? or had is mentor risen so high in his regard that arthur would be blind to his crimes? ‘ he was the architect of murder and rape, and made possible a war that cost hundreds of lives. ‘ he could have stopped uther, turned his head to a different woman, but he hadn’t.
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strained, ywain doesn’t know how to approach the topic delicately. “ not exactly. ” though that is closer to the truth than anything else isolde might guess. ywain sighs. “ she is being — she has given me cause to believe that she is, is being unfaithful. ” any other man might look enraged at this statement, but ywain only looks distraught. “ i don’t know what i could have done to cause her to stray from our vows….”
the marriage had been arranged, something both sisters had always expected and always dreaded. they had responsibilities, but they had hearts, too. ‘ do you believe her lover poses a threat to you? ‘ it wasn’t unheard of, for a lover to become a threat to a spouse, whether the motivation be power or true affection. ‘ have you considered that she simply does not love you? ‘
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melnchly:
ettard? some former lover of her husband’s, she is sure - - she is no stranger to the man he had been before they had wed, had certainly not missed any of the whispers. but this was not a name she remembered. it hardly seems to bother her, however, floating by like a leaf on a breeze. “i am not,” she says, eyebrows lifting in vague amusement. “i am ragnelle. who are you?”
he could imagine, if nimue was here to witness this (and he was sure she would find out about it somehow) she would already be laughing at him. because, of course, he had once again opened his mouth without first thinking it over. ‘ i’m sorry i just-- ‘ he had assumed, and now looked like an ass. ‘ my apologies, lady ragnelle. ‘ he had just thought gawain would at least marry the lady he seduced. ‘ pelleas of ebusus. ‘ he didn’t introduce himself as a knight, not when he had returned to camelot to leave the round table.
#melnchly#( story ) pelleas of ebusus#( arc. pelleas ) knight of avalon#( queue ) i saved this for later
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reginavere:
“i don’t think i’ve ever heard someone make being a professional ballerina sound boring, but i think you’ve managed it.” jenny says, though not with any offense. instead she smiles, looks at the garment bag she’s been handed with interest. “where are we going?” she asks, removing the garment bag to reveal the new design underneath. “god, gwen. this is gorgeous.”
‘ anything can be boring if it is the only thing you ever do. ‘ to be fair, she was often consumed with her own work, her apartment seemed to be wallpapered with design sketches, new ideas. but she sprinkled her routine with a variety of other activities. as jenny enthused, gen beamed. ‘ hmmm, yes, please continue praising me. it feeds me. ‘ jennys dress was a soft seafoam green while genevra herself had made herself a dress of layered purple tulle. ‘ go, go put it on. i brought my kit just in case it need adjustments. ‘
#reginavere#( story ) gwenhwyfach of cameliard#( arc. gwenhwyfach ) stitch a story#( queue ) i saved this for later
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arthur finishes the sentence he’s writing before putting down the quill, folding his hands, and looking at kay. such bluntness from his knights would usually not be tolerated, but kay is his seneschal, and his brother besides. his voice is calm as he counters: “ so i should submit to rome’s power, is that it? pay tribute to an emperor that’s never stepped foot in our land and has done nothing to deserve the tribute?”
‘ obviously not. ‘ and, yes, he was rolling his eyes at the high king. ‘ but going to war isn’t going to help anyone. it’ll just be more bloodshed on both sides. and, in case you forgot, rome is a lot bigger than britain. ‘ yes, camelot’s knights were skilled, loyal to a fault, and were willing to die for their king. but rome had a near endless supply of soldiers, all of them trained and armed far better than the average soldiers of britain.
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__________ ♕ EVERY WORD THE OTHER SPEAKS IS TRUE. the high king had turned his back on the old gods, had turned his back on people like his own HALF-SISTER who now seemed hellbent on sparing his life. yet stubbornness flashes through the sorceress’ eyes as her hands work at wounds that would not seem to heal under her touch. ❛ for all my power, it is not enough. ❜ the words are said through grit teeth ( it takes a unique situation for the queen of gore to admit a short coming but this is no typical day when the very fate of camelot hung in the balance ) ❛ i expect you to help me save a king && my brother. ❜
‘ it is not enough because we do not judge who lives and who dies. ‘ in a swift motion, viviane reached out, her hand a vise around morgan’s wrist, stopping her work. ‘ let me make something very clear to you. ‘ there was rarely such a potent mix of ice and venom in the lady’s voice, so closely bordering on hatred. ‘ i do not care if arthur lives or dies. i do not care if all of camelot burns to the ground. ‘ her charge was avalon, her duty was to protect those scattered believers of the old ways that had been forced into hiding. ‘ his fate is to die, as all men do. ‘
#ircnwrought#( story ) viviane of the lake#( arc. viviane ) lady of the lake#( queue ) i saved this for later
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#31DAYSOFFORMULAONE
day 7. → favorite circuit
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‘ i’m beginning to feel that the grail brings more misfortune than any tangible benefit. ‘ why did anyone want to find it anyway? it seemed as though it would be off as a myth, an ideal to strive for rather than a tangible object to hold in their hands. ‘ why, exactly, are we meant to find it at all? ‘
@melnchly galahad for dindraine
#melnchly#( story ) galahad du lac#( arc. galahad ) the grail knight#( queue ) i saved this for later
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buckyrhodey:
Every Polo x Cayetana x Valerio moment: 6/?
“Why do we have to stop being three, right now when we’ve just started?”
[requested by @buckystilinski]
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the race today was good and now i have muse for modern pelleas
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the mischief in his eyes is mirrored in her own. “ hmm. denied. on the basis of spreading falsehoods — you have never been humble a day in your long life. ” there is always the thinnest shiver of pleasure whenever he uses her true name, for he is the only one she entirely trusts with it. grinning, she shifts upon her pile of pillows and silks to make room for him, patting the space beside her. “ what is ailing you, my love ? has your little king still not learned how to think properly? ” it’s a minor tease (for she cannot help doing so when it came to his camelot and arthur, an endeavour she sees as fruitless) but there is sincere concern as well; he’s not as young as he once was, however much he may act otherwise.
‘ hmmmm, i have. at least one day. even if the time was spread over years. ‘ a minute of quiet humble moments, mostly in the solitude of the forest or before the unrelenting force of a storm. with a long sigh, he joined her, reaching up to kiss her cheek before laying beside her. his fingers found hers, laced through them. ‘ it isn’t arthur. ‘ there was a doubt in the back of his mind, if he had done the right thing, picked the right person. ‘ i can feel the time, cariad. it weighs on me. ‘ powerful enough not to die, but not quite human enough to truly live. caught somewhere in a middle ground that no one could truly understand.
#oflogres#( story ) merlin ambrosius#( arc. merlin ) protector of camelot#( queue ) i saved this for later
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