he loved life.

BUT  BECAUSE  YE  LOVED  YER  LIFE,  THE  LESS  I  BLAME  YOU.

[calledstrength]

i  have  an  icon  now  which  means  it’s  okay  to  promote  it.  still  a  large  wip  as  i  slowly  add  muses  &  work  on  bios,  but  here’s  my  multi  !  gwaine  is  no  longer  here  !

[calledstrength]

i  have  an  icon  now  which  means  it’s  okay  to  promote  it.  still  a  large  wip  as  i  slowly  add  muses  &  work  on  bios,  but  here’s  my  multi  !  gwaine  is  no  longer  here  !

[calledstrength]

i  have  an  icon  now  which  means  it’s  okay  to  promote  it.  still  a  large  wip  as  i  slowly  add  muses  &  work  on  bios,  but  here’s  my  multi  !  gwaine  is  no  longer  here  !

[calledstrength]

i  have  an  icon  now  which  means  it’s  okay  to  promote  it.  still  a  large  wip  as  i  slowly  add  muses  &  work  on  bios,  but  here’s  my  multi  !  gwaine  is  no  longer  here  !

[calledstrength]

i  have  an  icon  now  which  means  it’s  okay  to  promote  it.  still  a  large  wip  as  i  slowly  add  muses  &  work  on  bios,  but  here’s  my  multi  !  gwaine  is  no  longer  here  !

[calledstrength]

i  have  an  icon  now  which  means  it’s  okay  to  promote  it.  still  a  large  wip  as  i  slowly  add  muses  &  work  on  bios,  but  here’s  my  multi  !  gwaine  is  no  longer  here  !

[calledstrength]

i  have  an  icon  now  which  means  it’s  okay  to  promote  it.  still  a  large  wip  as  i  slowly  add  muses  &  work  on  bios,  but  here’s  my  multi  !  gwaine  is  no  longer  here  !

[calledstrength]

i  have  an  icon  now  which  means  it’s  okay  to  promote  it.  still  a  large  wip  as  i  slowly  add  muses  &  work  on  bios,  but  here’s  my  multi  !  gwaine  is  no  longer  here  !

[calledstrength]

going to be moving gwaine to a multi that I'll be making!

[calledstrength]

im so sleepy I might take a nap but I’m down to plot bc i have IDEAS so hit that heart if you’re interested in chatting once I wake up!!!!

[calledstrength]

i  .  arthur

“yes, i regret it more and more each day.” it’s a lie, although he does wish that gwaine would be quiet from time to time. “i’m not meant to be kingly when in hiding.” he’d been in the alcove specifically so he could drop the regal bearing for a moment. the last thing he’d wanted was for someone to find him and drag him out, and yet, gwaine had done just that. “where are you taking me?”

𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐒  ————  being  both  a  thorn  in  arthur’s  side  &  subtly  nudging  the  often  too-serious  man  into  sunnier  pastures  ?  a  delicate  balance.  one  that  required  more  skill  than  most  would  attribute  to  him.  ❛   thought  it  was  you  who  said  that  the  crown  never  stops  being  a  burden  even  after  you’ve  taken  it  off.  can’t  have  it  both,  can  you  ?   ❜   he  leads  them  through  the  castle.  dodging  people’s  usual  patterns  with  a  nimble  grace  that  speaks  of  practice  &  consideration.  ❛   taking  you  where  it’s  actually  sensible  to  sulk.  the  dungeons,  of  course.  the  crypts.  if  you’re  going  to  brood,  be  in  the  last  place  people’ll  look.  no  one  would  think  to  find  you  dirtying  your  shoes  in  there   ❜

[dpcphotography]

This Morning // Also, thanks for the 300,000+ followers, you guys are awesome ✌🏼😊

[calledstrength]

i  .  arthur

𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄, cold rock & hollow bone all that remain of his forebears. Life so fragile a thing to those who wear the crown ; death coming to them all before their time.  ❛  Even kings are not impervious to harm. ❜  Cynicism curves his lips then, doubt darkening his gaze though only for a moment before it is replaced with something brighter, something easier.  ❛  Especially when my own knights seem so intent on finding trouble.  ❜

𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇.  so  he  doesn’t.  focuses  on  the  road  ahead  of  him  &  rides  fast  enough  to  avoid  the  skeletal  claws  reaching  from  their  grave.  the  spectres  of  knights  he  never  knew,  would  never  know.  the  countless  other  faces  &  simple,  everyday  people  he  met  once  on  the  road  &  has  never  seen  since.   ❛  didn’t  say  that.  just  commenting  on  your  unique  advantages.  ❜

[calledstrength]

iv  .  gwen

when they’d first met, gwen had been convinced gwaine was the most confident man she’d met, if not the most confident man alive.  but the longer they’ve known each other, the more gwen has seen that facade slipping.  he hardly seems to think anything he’s done is worth of mention, no matter how brave or selfless that act is.  it makes her wonder – it always makes her wonder – what his life was before, that he finds himself so unworthy of anything now.

her hand drifts to slip into his, raises it to kiss his roughened knuckles, the act purposeful and gentle.  ❛ you’re right. ❜ it’s strange, then, that gwen feels as though they might have lost more than they know.  not half a day ago she watched a man lose the love of his life in the middle of camelot’s court.  who will remember them but those present? and gwen had looked for arthur as he had looked for her and she knows he was thinking the same she was – but she hardly knows that it matters anymore.  does anything matter anymore?

❛ you know i love you, gwaine? ❜ gwen thinks she might have made it seem obvious, but it strikes her that she’s never said it aloud.  ❛ you’re as dear to me as elyan.  i – i need you to know that.  to know that i value you just as much, and that losing you would have devastated me just as much. ❜ she thinks perhaps people don’t tell gwaine, enough, how loved he is.  she thinks, perhaps, that too many of them have let too much go unsaid.

𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓. 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌  that  permeates through  every  interaction,  every  thought  &  cause  he  has  to  move.  gwaine  was  loved,  that  much  he  was  certain.  loved  by  his  mother,  though  her  memory  turns  to  water  through  his  fingers.  she  had  become  distant  in  the  wake  of  his  father’s  death.  the  others  ————  only  regret  seems   to  lay  in  the  thick  of  it.  they  are  siblings.  they  are  a  clan.  they’ve  weathered  through  the  storm  after  caerleon  &  then  gwaine  had  wandered.

(  * there  is  something  to  be  said  for  the  wound  on  his  chest.  it  is  no  small  thing.  it  cannot  be  sutured  or  cauterized.  it  must  be  tended  to,  every  single  day.  little  by  little  allowing  it  to  heal  rather  than  fester.  constant  attention,  constant  vigilance,  constant  trials.  )

❛   don’t  let  arthur  hear  you  say  that,   ❜    he  laughs,  avoiding  her  gaze  &  hand  starting  to  shake.  he  wants  to  take  it  from  her  grip,  insist  that  he’s  not  worthy  of  her  blessings,  but  he  hardly  has  the  strength  for  that  anymore.  ❛   i  know  you  do,  gwen.  you’re  the  type  of  person  who’s  got  a  lot  of  love  in  her  heart.  it’s  what  you  do  ————  anyone’d  be  lucky.   ❜

[calledstrength]

im so sleepy I might take a nap but I'm down to plot bc i have IDEAS so hit that heart if you're interested in chatting once I wake up!!!!

[patroclusdefencesquad]

this just has such friends with benefits/secret boyfriends vibes I can’t handle it

[calledstrength]

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.  it  hardly  improves  upon  the  person  he  already  his,  but  it  gives  him  friends.  gives  him  purpose  &  a  place  to  come  back  to  after  traveling  tether-less  for  so  long.  there  are  days  when  he  stares  out  at  the  land  &  sees  the  city  he  first  fell  in  love  with.  there  are  others  where  he  feels  that  urge  to  take  off  again  &  feel  the  wind  ‘neath  his  wings  again.

❛   there  could  always  be  more.  ❜   &  that’s  the  problem,  isn’t  it  ?  he  may  be  loyal  to  his  friends,  but  he  can  never  be  loyal  to  the  crown.  not  while  it  rotted  &  rusted  on  old  traditions.  ❛   more  we  could  be  doing,  more  we  could  be  championing  for.  ❜

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