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Posted on April 12, 2013 at 04:21:11 AM by t r i s t a n
The door to the room swung open. Tristan tried to turn his head further to see who it was, but found that his neck was too sore to do so. He couldn’t even find the energy to move the blankets in a more comfortable position and instead, reached out to take his father’s hand. Arthur gave Tristan’s fingers a fond squeeze before turning to the figure in the doorway. “They found him in the Marsh,” the Prince heard his father say in a soft voice, “raptors, three of them.” The king fell silent and Tristan heard a floorboard creak as someone moved across the room. “Grandfather,” Tristan managed as he finally set eyes upon Mallos’ face, and a small sad smile pulled at the edge of his mouth. A sudden wave of emotion struck him, everything he had been feeling moments before magnifying tenfold in a rush and he tried to bite back tears. A single one escaped, running down his face onto the pillow, “I’m sorry,” he muttered, trying to move and biting his lip as his chest began to sting with pain again. He had almost forgotten. “I didn’t...I wasn’t...I...” he broke off again as another tear found its way onto his pillow, and Tristan screwed his eyes closed so that he wouldn’t have to look at anyone. “No one’s angry with you,” Arthur said in an attempt to reassure his son, glancing up at Mallos with a concerned expression, “are they Mallos?” The King’s eyes were unusually soft, almost all of their hardness stripped away even though the Spaniard was there. It was a sign of vulnerability, but for once, Arthur was not concerned enough to try and conceal it. His interests lay elsewhere. For a while, for a few horrible moments, he had believed that he was about to lose another son. The boy still did not open his eyes, but the tension in his young face told the king that Tristan was not asleep, but he didn’t know what else to say. His words were lost somewhere, wrapped up in his thoughts and he wished that Nimueh would return to fill the silence. She seemed to have an uncanny ability to detect when he needed her to speak, to ask him mundane questions and draw him back out of himself. |
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- él se fue con el invierno. - By mallos April 12, 2013 at 05:38:04 AM
- may your honour lift you high - By t r i s t a n April 28, 2013 at 10:12:40 PM
- él se fue con el invierno. - By mallos May 3, 2013 at 06:16:48 PM
- may your honour lift you high - By t r i s t a n April 28, 2013 at 10:12:40 PM
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