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Posted on August 25, 2012 at 03:38:50 AM by arthur & pendragon
“I confess,” Arthur said fixing Mallos with a meaningful look, “the subject of Gwythr and women is one that I religiously try and avoid.” An eyebrow quirked, and the King leaned forwards in his chair, resting his elbows upon the table before him. His tone was not angry, nor was it unfriendly, but there was a reminder there. Not wanting it to cause a rift, Arthur quickly seized upon the next subject offered, shaking his head as a smile crept back into place. “Contrary to popular belief,” he said slowly, “one may find a subject interesting, even if there is no sex involved.” A smirk followed, “difficult to believe, I know,” he teased good naturedly, “but true none-the-less.” He looked back towards the window, Tristan’s outline still partially visible through the glass. “They grow up quickly enough,” Arthur commented with a thoughtful expression on his face, “and having raised two teenage boys before him, I cannot say I am looking forwards to repeating the experience.” It was the first time Arthur had made reference to his previous family out-loud, in truth, he had not even mentioned them to Lilith. Even his first wife had only ever been mentioned in passing to her. Arthur cared, but he found opening up difficult, it was sometimes difficult to know what to share and what to keep secret, because you never knew what could be used to hurt you, and he had lost the habit. “How did Spain feel about this?” Arthur wondered out-loud with a touch of amusement, his grey eyes pinned upon the stray sheet of paper than the deity had just moved. He did not make to correct it, simply taking a mental note of where it had been and where it had been relocated to, before glancing back at the Spaniard with a look that said you just couldn’t resist, could you?” “You are right of course,” he continued, “but when I was young, it never even entered my mind to walk away. It did later, of course, when things started going awry, but by the duty has sunk its hooks into you.” A reflective smile followed, one that saw the ghost of years dance behind Arthur’s eyes, “at least, it had with me. I suppose we all approach these things different. It makes me glad to be mortal, I could not imagine doing this for eternity.” He looked around at the stacks of paper again before shrugging his shoulders in a gesture of acceptance. “Exploring would be nice, time away from this would be just was pleasant, but I can’t, Mallos. I have all this to do. Perhaps one day, when there is a lull.” Arthur chuckled to himself at the thought, a lull in Shaman was about as rare as a blue moon. There was always something, one thing after another, from small oddities that needed solving, to full-scale war. It was almost enough to make one miss taxation. Almost. “Speaking of exploring however,” the king continued, “if you ever get the itch, maybe to stretch your legs after...well, after your recent transformation, then do not hesitate. I will sign something in retrospect, as soon as I locate the forms again.” Pausing, Arthur’s eyes scanned over the stacks of forms once more, hoping that a memory would hit him about when he had last been in possession of the blank permits. Nothing happened. He did however, spot one of his own seals, having obviously been detached from some document or another, the shield symbol pointing upwards. “One final thing, Mallos,” the King said slowly before pushing back his chair and climbing to his feet. He walked along the raised wooden dais and descended the steps at the far end. Stepping back onto the polished surface on the main floor, he crossed the hall towards where a sturdy looking trunk stood. The King knelt down before it, before removing a very old looking key from the large bunch that always hung from his belt. He slipped it into the padlock and turned it, releasing it with a gentle clunk. When Arthur turned back towards the Spaniard he held a shield in his hands, composed of rich colours and shining metal. The king stepped back up onto the platform, before setting the shield down on the floor by Mallos’ feet. He leaned back against the table, his arms folded across his broad chest. “My ren,” explained Arthur, nodding in the item’s direction, “I wonder if you might be able to help me with it.”  |
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- él se fue con el invierno. - By mallos August 30, 2012 at 07:07:34 PM
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