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Posted on May 5, 2013 at 03:46:16 AM by a r t h u r
 It was so very hard not to laugh. It was even harder not to grin. He, Tristan and Sir Walter approached the reception hall and the great oaken double doors of the castle’s entrance. Arthur’s eyes found Mallos lounging against the wall with distressed looking Aurans gathered reluctantly about him, it was one of those rare occasions when the king’s cool outer shell very nearly cracked. Tristan however had no such qualms. First he grinned at Mallos, and then he grinned pointedly at Sir Walter. When the group of Earth faeries finally hurried away, he burst into peals of laughter, not waiting long enough for them to have got out of ear shot. “Brilliant!” he managed through his giggles, leaning against the wall himself, looking Mallos in the face, “you are,” he paused for breath, bracing against the laughter “the best Grandfather,” he stopped for breath again “...ever.” When Arthur was sure that Sir Walter was gone, he allowed himself a smile. “Mallos,” he said, his face serious again, “I could kiss you.” Tristan, who had almost succeeded in collecting himself snorted so violently he almost choked, before dissolving into laughter again. Violent laughter was not, it turned out, particularly well suited to stitches. Tristan inhaled sharply through his teeth and his free hand moved to his chest, his eyes screwing closed against the pain that shot once more through his chest. It was enough to sober Arthur who turned to his son with a look of concern. “Maybe you should go back to bed,” the king suggested, but Tristan shook his head, looking to Mallos for support, “no,” he said, shaking his head, smiling again, “I’m fine, honestly.” For once Arthur did not pick up on the small anomaly in his son’s behaviour. Tristan’s hand remained in place on his chest. The King’s mind, after the short interlude Mallos had provided, was once again occupied with thoughts of Thoth. He turned back to the Spaniard, “we have a problem,” he told him with a sigh, “and you’re not going to like it.” Tristan nodded an agreement, before adding helpfully, “he was a dick.” “TRISTAN!” Arthur turned around again, his eyes flashing dangerously, “I’m going to pretend I did not just hear that.” The boy dropped his green eyes to the floor, “well he was,” he muttered, tapping at the stonework with the toe of his boot. Arthur glared at the prince for a few more moments before he turned to the guards (the youngest of whom was still sniggering) and asked them to ensure that the grounds were secured. Then, he gestured for Mallos and Tristan to follow him, leading them down the familiar carpeted corridors to his study. He unlocked the door with the key hanging from his belt, and it swung open to admit them. Arthur found his way quickly to his chair, leaving his son and father-in-law to close the door. Tristan, who had still not removed his hand from his chest gave Mallos a look, asking him to do it, and trusting that his Grandfather wouldn’t ask the same questions as Arthur would have done. “They want Thoth,” Arthur said finally, “and I’m convinced I have pretty much wasted my breath for the last hour for all the good it will have done.” He shook his head, leaning back into his chair and closing his eyes for a few moments in an attempt to gather his thoughts. “They’re not going to take no for an answer,” Arthur continued, before smiling again, locking eyes with the Spaniard determinedly “unfortunately, it’s the only answer I’m prepared to give.” The tone was lighter than it might have been, tinged at the edges with slight amusement, a sign that he felt at ease enough in his present company to acknowledge openly facets of himself. “Kings are stubborn creatures,” he pressed, “and Kings of Britain have a terrible habit of not bowing to churches. I’m afraid I’m not quite ready to give up on my roots just yet.”  |
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- él se fue con el invierno. - By mallos May 5, 2013 at 05:41:57 AM
- chased your ghost across the yard - By a r t h u r May 30, 2013 at 04:15:00 AM
- él se fue con el invierno. - By mallos May 30, 2013 at 08:41:16 PM
- chased your ghost across the yard - By a r t h u r June 4, 2013 at 07:23:44 PM
- él se fue con el invierno. - By mallos June 6, 2013 at 00:05:24 AM
- chased your ghost across the yard - By a r t h u r June 6, 2013 at 05:29:30 PM
- él se fue con el invierno. - By mallos June 6, 2013 at 00:05:24 AM
- chased your ghost across the yard - By a r t h u r June 4, 2013 at 07:23:44 PM
- él se fue con el invierno. - By mallos May 30, 2013 at 08:41:16 PM
- chased your ghost across the yard - By a r t h u r May 30, 2013 at 04:15:00 AM
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