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#✕ ... musings.#✕ ... aesthetic.#✕ ... king lot. ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵇᵉˡ ᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵒʳᵏᶰᵉʸˑ

solaetis‌:

“That one… that one girl! Never liked me, that fool. How could she not? I gave her the best husband her sorry self could afford!” The High King’s humor needs some serious criticism. “Oh, you got some bite, boy! Ordering around your King like that! I can put you on trial for that disresp– ughck– ect!” Uther coughed, feeling the shortage of air in his lungs caused by his refusal to stay still and make life easier for his friend.

Here was a large man smiling earnestly while being carried by another. Uther being arguably shorter might have made the scenario even funnier than a court jester’s comedic spiels. Firmly did King Uther squeeze the cheek of King Lot’s rear. What fine rear they are! He cannot be blamed. “Woah… even better than Igraine’s. Tell me Lot… you a woman in your previous life? You can make a man happy with that. I shall keep it a secret.”

✕ As much as King Lot did not take pleasure in hearing his beloved Morgan referred to as that girl, he did understand that there was a rift between Uther and Morgan... and he wouldn’t speak on it. Frankly, their familial divide was none of King Lot’s business, and he would mind his own. He got a wife, and Uther got an ally. It worked out. Morgan was not a that girl, nor was she a sorry self --- she was a goddess in Lot’s eyes, his love, his inspiration, the very best part of his life.

As his backside was squeezed by his inappropriately behaving High King, King Lot was bending over to set Uther down on a chair by a table, where they could drink more to their hearts’ content.

“I’ve never been of the weaker sex, thank the Lord in Heaven” answered King Lot. “There is no such thing as a previous life; that’s talk better suited to pagans, heathens, and barbarians, my King. And what on earth could you possibly mean, make a man happy with that? Why should any man take happiness in my musculature, other than those who stand beside me on the battlefield and thus benefit from my strength.”

#solaetis #✕ ... (v) chaldea.#✕ ... uther. { THE LAST TRUE KING OF BRITAIN AND LOT'S BFF. }#{ king lot: what is the gay? is that a meme? }

solaetis‌:

“WAHAHAHAHA! Do you dare imply a woman can hold her drink better than I do? False! This defamation shall not be allowed! You and I know we have finished seven barrels! SEVEN BARRELS OF BEER, I TELL YA!” While the High King resumed with his childish laughter, he smacked the rear of his friend repeatedly as if he was urging a horse to hasten its steps. “That… That is not how you must speak to your King! Do you kiss your momma with that mouth, Lot? Oh, wait… wahahahahHAHHAHAHAHA!” Uther is a hopeless man.

✕ King Lot was a large man. Two hundred centimeters in height and well over two hundred pounds, he was a hulking gargantuan man. It took much more than the amount of alcohol that they had consumed to get him drunk enough to the stages of ridiculousness that his King was demonstrating at the moment. Uther’s grabs at his backside while he climbed the stairs caused the cold King of Orkney... ah... mild distress, and it showed on his handsome face, suddenly displeased and tense.

“You know full well my mother has been dead since I was a boy, Uther. Do stop slapping at me. The last thing either of us need is for Morgan to see that.”

#solaetis #✕ ... (v) chaldea.#✕ ... uther. { THE LAST TRUE KING OF BRITAIN AND LOT'S BFF. }

✕ “...” I’mma let you finish, but King Uther Pendragon is the greatest High King that Britain ever had.

#✕ ... ic.#✕ ... dash commentary.#✕ ... uther. { THE LAST TRUE KING OF BRITAIN AND LOT'S BFF. }

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@kingoforkney

#✕ ... musings.#♡ ... morgan. { LOT'S MAGICAL WIFE MORGAN LE FAY. }

solaetis‌:

“To a place where you and I can have joy and hopefully beer!” Like a meager child, the drunkard King Uther flail his arms about as he felt his stomach pressed against the broad shoulders of his friend. “Do I feel light to you? How many women have you carried in this fashion? It shall leave them jealous for this is my privilege since ancient times!”

✕ “I have never carried a woman this way. A lady would never be so inebriated as to require my help to walk, and I share not my company with ill-mannered trollops,” answered King Lot, bending at the knee slightly and jerking up to adjust the High King on his shoulder, quirking an eyebrow as he looked at the mass he was carrying. “You feel no heavier than two bales of hay, your grace.”

“... I recommend you stop flailing, your grace. I am about to climb stairs and although I can carry you easily, I’d rather not drop you.”

#solaetis #✕ ... uther. { THE LAST TRUE KING OF BRITAIN AND LOT'S BFF. }

syriism-blog

It has begun

#✕ ... musings.#✕ ... king lot. ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵇᵉˡ ᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵒʳᵏᶰᵉʸˑ #♡ ... morgan. { LOT'S MAGICAL WIFE MORGAN LE FAY. }#{ OH MY GOSH }#{ it's them when uther is nearby }

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"Thanks for letting me... marry Morgan... by the way... ... ... I think she's... p... pretty great..." NOW Lot's drunk.

The High King’s lively laughter made the silence thin in the dark. His knuckles frequently knocked over their chalices and they could afford everything but the growing mess on the wooden table. Regardless, the two didn’t seem to care. Uther appreciated Lot when he’s drunk, for it was only the time wherein he felt that his friend spoke to him as merely just that– a friend. Not a King that Lot was supposed to always lower his head towards. Not a man that Lot found to be undeniably above him. Uther slammed his hand against his friend’s back, his joy unending. “You are growing old, my friend. Were you to perish without a wife, imagine how heartbroken I will become!”

#solaetis #✕ ... uther. { THE LAST TRUE KING OF BRITAIN AND LOT'S BFF. }#{ i've found my calling #my kink #my inspiration #it's writing old men being bffs together while the world hates them }

wordsnquotes

He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via wordsnquotes)

#✕ ... musings.#♡ ... morgan. { LOT'S MAGICAL WIFE MORGAN LE FAY. }

if both Morgan and Uther were held captive, no way to get out. One will leave alive with the King of Orkney, one will die, there is no way around it. Who would Lot choose.

anon.

✕ “We’re all already dead, stranger. And for the record, I do not abide these questions of trickery. I know what you are trying to do. Ask me this again and you’ll find yourself facing consequences you know not.”

#✕ ... anon.#✕ ... thank you for sending this!#✕ ... uther. { THE LAST TRUE KING OF BRITAIN AND LOT'S BFF. }#♡ ... morgan. { LOT'S MAGICAL WIFE MORGAN LE FAY. }

morgan loves you more, don't forget who gave you all those kids and is the best wifey in the world

@syriism.

✕ “Morgan… The love and respect that you and I share for each other in our marriage is a different kind of love and respect that I have for King Uther. I won’t tolerate petty comparisons… You are my wife, my darling. He is my King. These are separate and distinct… but yes… YOU are the wife for whom any man would long,” he answered, leaning over to kiss his beloved’s forehead.

#syriism #♡ ... morgan. { LOT'S MAGICAL WIFE MORGAN LE FAY. }#{ king lot: let's not do this. }

bff i lov u

@solaetis.

✕ “And I greatly admire you, your grace.”

#solaetis #✕ ... uther. { THE LAST TRUE KING OF BRITAIN AND LOT'S BFF. }#{ KING LOT LOVES UTHER }

solaetis‌:

“Bugger off. You are my friend to join me in my woes, not blabber your mouth like a damn cat scratched it.” If you just carried me without being a smartass, we wouldn’t be in this situation, Lot.

✕ King Lot gave a sigh and stood up, the chairs of his seat scratching against the floor. He took a step and bent at the waist, hoisting his King up onto his shoulders, holding him steady with one arm. “And where am I to carry you, your grace? To get more mead? Or perhaps wine or beer this time? How to soothe your woes...”

#solaetis #✕ ... uther. { THE LAST TRUE KING OF BRITAIN AND LOT'S BFF. }

syriism‌:

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WIFE, NO.

She doesn’t listen to your silly orders, she has waited to slice this fucker up for centuries.

✕ “Morgan, don’t force my hand. I don’t want to bring my sword against you --- but it is my duty to do so. My duty to protect the Crown of the High King of Britain.”

#syriism #♡ ... morgan. { LOT'S MAGICAL WIFE MORGAN LE FAY. }#{ morgan don't make him fight you #he'll die and you won't have a husband anymore }