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Posted on May 11, 2010 at 00:53:14 AM by Arthur & Pendragon
A R T H U R & P E N D R A G O N All great men do wicked things, but people are more willing to forgive them The crowds had not made it to this part of the castle yet, it was still fairy quite and undisturbed, and anyway, Arthur kept the door locked. He was the only one who understood the true value of the room, he was the only one he knew, other than his mother, who thought of any kind of theology outside of Mallos and Aura and the rest. The King gets to his feet, crossing himself, head bowed in the direction of the wooden statue before him, before turning and departing from the chapel he had built for himself, slipping the padlock back into place to hold the chains together. He guessed that there were people living with him now who could break the chain and lock with little difficulty, but Arthur also hoped that they would act as a message and that people’s sense of respect would keep them out of his precious sanctuary, which not even Lilith had even entered. Out in the corridor, he ran his fingers over the familiar wooden beads of his rosary, his mind well and truly else where as he made his way along the stone floors, lined with red carpet and trimmed with gold. His mind is on Duke, and on Santu and her unborn foal, as the flood waters had begun to rise the boy had unlocked the stable doors, giving the horses their fair chance against the rising waters and praying that they would return to him when the waters had receded once more. Rounding a corner without checking around it first, Arthur felt himself collide with another body, the string of beads falling from his fingers as his hands reached to steady himself, and he could hear them clatter as they moved across the stone slabs. “Sorry” he said, without looking up, grey eyes trying to search out where the rosary had gone, “I was miles away,” the boy continued, raising his gaze until they settled upon the familiar shock of blue hair which indicated Kasper’s presence. “Oh!” Arthur said, facial expression lightening slightly, though the grimness which had been there moments before hand was retained in the depths of those wise eyes of his, eyes too old to belong in such a young head. “Jasper, nice to see you’re not…well…drowned I suppose,” the monarch joked, chancing a smirk, adjusting the lie of his sword so that it was more comfortable for him to rest his arm against his side. Once more eyes scanned the floor, looking for what he had dropped, hoping not to need to engage Jasper’s help in locating it, as he did not quite fancy explaining what they were to anyone in Shaman, he had a feeling that very few of them would understand. “Its been a while” Arthur continued, trying to give them impression that he was not, in fact, as distracted as he actually was, forgetting that Jasper’s telepathy would allow him to know what was going on anyway.  |
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- i could stand here for hours - By jasper May 13, 2010 at 01:52:21 AM
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