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♪ - King Arthur OST - Song of Exile, cover by Karliene ;King Arthur/The Mists of Avalon AU (Thomas as Morgaine le Fay, Kaito as King Arthur)
They say the Old Gods disappear in the mists of time, just like the nature deities and the charms of the islands. They say, those in the depth of the forests and beyond the mists of the island and witches, and none-believers.Kaito remembers the legends told at his bed, of his destiny to become the King to reunite old faith with the new ways…
I don’t believe that. Not anymore.
He remembers running in the forest. He is a child with a wooden sword, and everything seems so miraculously alive..so wonderous green and tall, with the lake clear as ice…it remains as a soft sigh on his lips when he lies here in Thomas’s lap. Reminds him of Thomas’s lips. In this, another time…'Gywdion…?' he murmurs, blinking in the fresh light of dawn.'Kaito. My name is Kaito.'His vision blurs and he can barely see the blue snakes tattooed around his wrists decades ago…he is tired. Kaito knows he won’t survive his wounds inficted to him by his daughter…
His…their daughter."To think about it…I know nearly nothing about you, which is sad." Kaito smiles up to Thomas’s face, and he brushes a strand of red hair out of his face. He sees the faded blue crescent between his brows, touches it…"The isle will sink, and so shall we…one sooner, one later, brother…."In his wildest fever dreams, he would never have thought it would be his older brother, sent away to serve as a priest to the old faith before Kaito had been born. Who…became the Hunger in the reunification of the faiths, of earthen matters and of the isle…How we could, I always wondered…
Thomas seems……so in motion above him. He brushes his hair back with his fingers gently, and Kaito smiles up to him."Are you…afraid of dying?” Thomas asks, his fingers soft and gentle.
"No…" Kaito sighs and lets his hand drop again. He lowers his eyes and smiles. "I’m tired of journeys. When it was my time, I’d free Excalibur, and I got to know the brother that went of to the island before I had been born…I…we Thomas, you have to understand, shaped the forms of this land, right here in our hands, and whatever sinks in mist…""…it has to sink, which is the course of history. I’m tired of journeys now, but…this isn’t a journey anymore, don’t look so sad."
Thomas seems anxious."What…is this then?"
I brush his cheek with my fingers and let my hand drop. I smile, and I can finally cry…let a tear escape the corners of m blind eyes."Thomas…this is homecoming."
When the land is there before us We have gone home across the mountains We will go home, we will go home We will go home across the mountains














