#andalake

[hisyoungwarlock]

+5 have approached the man-servant.

The morning was rarely stress-free, and as Merlin flitted through the woods, gathering berries and flowers in record time, he was more than aware of the sun, steadily rising above the citadel; Arthur would be up soon. He was just ready to leave -- but then he heard the twig snapping. He spun around, grabbing a stick from the forest floor as he did so, brandishing it at the clearing, his eyes dancing about the foliage. "Who goes there?" he demanded, his voice wavering slightly as he spoke. "I said, who goes there?"

[thedruidsdaughter]

+andalake

"H-hello..." Sefa stammered. She was not good at meeting new people and had always been very shy. But it would be rude to simply ignore the girl. "I didn't realise there would be anyone down here, I'll leave." she had come to an isolated part of the palace gardens out of sadness for her father, the last Sefa wanted was to intrude on another.

[hisyoungwarlock]

+andalake made a joke about your ears.

No... No, his eyes must be deceiving him... There was no other way. But, surely, as Merlin trudged past the thicket of brambles, the (ridiculously manly) basket of flowers in his grip, fell to the forest floor. There, mere metres before him, was Freya. The woman he'd watched die all those years ago, the woman he'd forced himself to say goodbye to, after trying so hard not to fall head over heels in love with her. "I... It... How is it you still look so beautiful?" It was all he had to say, and, to be honest, the most prominent question on his mind right now. She looked so undamaged, untainted, untouched... As perfect as before.

[aislinn-lionheart]

+ andalake

The market was crowed, as usual. People moved to and fro, carrying baskets full of every sort of fruit and vegetable imaginable. Vendors shouted their wares in an effort to garner attention, but really, it only added to the headache inducing din.

Aislinn had stopped at one of her favorite stalls, which sold fabrics in a wide variety of colors and textures. She'd been planning on making a new dress for a while, but had only just gotten around to purchasing the supplies for it. Currently, she was torn between a cloth of pale blue and one of a darker lavender. The vendor had simply said that both would look lovely on her, which really hadn't been helpful at all. 

Glancing around, Aislinn bit her lip before spotting a girl that couldn't have been much older than herself. "Excuse me? I'm terribly sorry to bother you, and this may seem a bit odd, but could you tell me which of these you like better?" She called out, offering a slight smile.

[magichasarrived]

andalake said: r U oeK

Yes freyfrey, just being an insomniac <3

[loki-god-of-menace]

sigynhealerofasgard replied to your post: 16?! 16 AND YOU WRITE LIKE YOU DO? -flips table like Thor- I have been writing for almost a decade and a half and I dream of being as good as some of your paras.

ooc: See? I told you that you write an awesome Loki. ;)

ooc: Beg your pardon? Awesome? *peers about for an Awesome Loki*

I kid. ;) *huggles you tightly cause Imissyou* Thank you. <33 I try. Me and Menace try our best. If Menace is awesome it is because he has the most lovely, amazing, talented Sigyn in the Nine Realms. ;)

andalake replied to your post: 16?! 16 AND YOU WRITE LIKE YOU DO? -flips table like Thor- I have been writing for almost a decade and a half and I dream of being as good as some of your paras.

ISN’T SHE AMAZING THO. ISN’T SHE

ooc: Molllllly. *hugs you* Thank you, dear. <3 You are far too kind. How are you, these days?

[magichasarrived]

andalake said: ((I’ll definitely second that, anon!! xD <3))

afjklkdfkaghjkdkh WHAT?! Omg... <3

[dxrknesswillrise]

Behind a pillar was a dreadful viewpoint, but it was the only place Freya could not be seen. From there she could easily see the gallows, the guards, and the utterly blank faces surrounding. Maddening. A knight of Camelot was being hung, for heaven's sake! Was it really such a heinous crime to have magic? Something so evil that a young, honorable knight of all things should have the very life cut out from under him? Then the creak of a hastily built structure shook reality back into her vision.

Being led to the gallows seemed like the longest walk the Druid had ever had to take - the crowds on either side of him stood staring, watching as he was led by two of the 'real' Knights of Camelot. As he was led up the steps to his death, he stumbled, his former friends catching his arms before he could meet the ground. How had it come to this? Arthur and he… they had been friends, had they not? They had been closer then brothers and now— just because the Knight had been caught using magic, all that was over.

When had he ever shown any harm to Camelot or Arthur himself?

His heart was beating faster then it ever had before - the last time he’d seen this place, the structure, his father was being taken from him because he too, had magic. Arthur had saved him that time, but now Arthur was going to be the one to give the order to end it. The rope was uncomfortable around his neck, but he knew that in a few moments time, it wouldn’t matter - this would be over. For a final time, Mordred dared to look up at the balcony where the King and Queen stood; his eyes locked onto Arthur’s and then— then the floor was gone from underneath his feet.