#arthuriian

[fayofavalon]

@arthuriian

"yes mead was made by the pagans up in Norway and such." Morgana admitted. "your father as much as I don't agree with his ways, certainly knew his stuff " Morgana laughed. "Both the chalice and the mead of course."

[helreginn]

@arthuriian

She’d been waiting almost fourty minutes for Guinevere to cross her path; Hidden almost completely but for the eyes that peeked out through her barely open door. Her patience dwindled with every passing footstep that belonged to another. Eventually, Hel had decided to broaden her scope of advisers. At this point, she’d have accepted even Uther’s council on the matter. As luck would have it, his son appeared first. The moment he passed by her doorway, she reached out to take his wrist and pulled him into her room. The bolt on the door clicked shut behind him and with her iron fisted grip, she continued to pull him towards the bed. On it, there was a mess of beautiful fabric of all different patterns and colours weighted down by a necklace, a dress, a hair piece, a book and two separate boxes that weren’t open.

“I cannot choose,” Hela said, a little frantically, “Please help me. I thought I had the perfect gift and then I didn’t. And then I found another and another and I was going to ask Guinevere but she has fallen from the face of the earth..” Her words drew into silence as she realised how rambly she’d become. Hel breathed sharply to focus her thoughts and asked, more succinctly than before, “Which do you think she’d like best?” 

[drunkknightofcamelot]

arthuriian:

Arthur smiled as he noticed Gwaine’s flirts with one of the kitchen maids, took his cup of hot chocolate with alcohol , gave him a light nod. “Ready, Gwaine.” As he responded they exited the kitchen and walked down the corridors with him.”I thought you had a thing for Percival?”

Gwaine’s hands were wrapped around the cup, gaining the warmth gladly. Said cup nearly fell out of his hands at Arthur’s words, head spinning around to stare at the king. “Percy?” He choked out. “I don’t believe any benefit will come of ‘things’ for good ol’ Percy.” With that said he took a sip from his drink. “So where did you want to walk to? Or are you using the walk as an excuse to not work.” He teased.

[apurekindness]

🎃Graveyard: Do you know any good scary stories?

@arthuriian 

“Oh.” The destruction of all one has ever known, and witnessing the slaughter of dozens of friends and family members. “No, no. Not really. There are a few scary stories about cursed treasure though. Do you know of them?”  

[fayiisms]

[continued from here] @arthuriian

“No, I don’t think I am in a philosophical mood. What I am saying is true. The prettier the flower, the farther from the path. We walked down into the forest today“ . The light of the flames that illuminated the room gave her pretty face some warmth. Arthur let out a sigh. “I didn’t want to take dinner with Uther tonight, Morgana. I missed you too. Just you, though.”Arthur smiled at her question. “I found a green dress in the market”

“Yes well. You won´t be missing me anymore if you leave me alone with HIM too often, dear.” Morgana replied as she leaned against the table. Surely, she was grateful for Uther taking her in, but he hadn´t exactly been the nicest person in the world and sometimes Morgana wished he´d just stop talking about things he had no idea about.

“Oh did you now?” She then asked, her lips curving into a bright smile. “Show me!”

[hollowgale]

@arthuriian:

The king of Camelot nodded his head at her words. It was fair, yet it was something difficult. Like many other things. He noticed admiration in her eyes. She admired his place - Camelot. Which was a good thing.

Arthur knew that she came from colder lands, with snow and pines. He hadn’t been in such a land, but could imagine everything covered in snow, with ice water and wolves. “There are many things to be told about it. Life is great. People have to live their lives, enjoy their lives.”

     “It is the duty of kings and queens to ensure that they can do so safely and happily, to the best of our abilities, aye,” Emmeline says levelly as she keeps pace beside him, trying to decide what to make of the young man. Near eighty in age, though appearing only forty or so, she is without a doubt his elder- But does her best not to act it. She has always loathed those with superiority complexes, and he has done nothing to earn anything of the like so far. Arriving here for the sake of feeling out possible diplomacy, the queen has yet to make up her mind upon the rather new king of Camelot. 

     She has seen much that interests her, yes, yet she has also heard of magic-- And that is the opposite of appealing to the monarch. “Tell me,” she says, before coming to a halt before a fountain in a sea of green and flowers. “What is your stance upon magic and those that practice it? Are you strict, are you lax? Do they receive the same... Rights, dignities, as the common folk? I have heard much of your land, but this interests me most at the moment. I wonder where we differ.”

[casualtyof-akings-fear-blog]

🌺

Morgana gazed at Arthur as he placed a flower in her dark curls. “That was rather gentlemen like. What do you want?” she teased, though a small smile crossed her lips.

[magicalneckerchiefs]

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

Merlin looks up, slightly surprised. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go out with Arthur it’s just—well, Arthur usually has better things to do. Last Halloween had consisted of staying in and watching horror movies with the rest of the guys, and he’d had one hell of a time. Arthur, meanwhile, had been out with some girl whose name he can’t quite remember. 

“You mean, you and I? Er, and the guys, I suppose. Us. That’s what I meant, us.”