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Totally lurking on Eris and Hephy's thread as I try to sleep. Holy shit don't make me laugh I'll wake everyone else up!
"I am in love with you— there, I said it." (Lance)
Send my muse "I am in love with you— there, I said it" for their reaction.
It was perhaps not her proudest moment, but at first she said nothing. She couldn't fathom anything to say to that--in a few more moments, she'd realise that yes, there was a proper response to this sort of thing, and yes, she'd mean every word of it if she said it. But the moment, she said nothing, eyes raking over his face looking for some smirk or sneer that might indicate that this was just a new level of cruelty that he'd wanted to try out on someone.
(Of course, she couldn't truly believe that someone like Lancelot--who had suffered so ardently for love would ever treat it as a joke, even if it meant finally winning in their ridiculous and seemingly endless fight with one another about everything. )
Once the blatant astonishment had passed, and the weight of his words had settled--words so heavy that she'd forgotten whatever it was they'd been so passionately arguing about only a minute prior--came a kind of nervousness. An uncontrollable urge to look anywhere except him, but an equally powerful need to look at his stupidly, annoyingly handsome face because at least when he was angry--and he had to be, to admit something like that--he was so sincere that it made her chest ache.
She was not, and never had been, a creature of restraint, even though it had occurred to her that the best thing to do for everyone even minutely involved in this entire debacle was to lie. To restrain herself and lie to him. True, she did hate the man--she could easily say that because it was the blatant truth. However, it was often said that love and hate go hand in hand as opposites and kindred spirits (And she, better than anyone in all the worlds, knew of just how true such a thing could be, that two complete opposites could still be kindred).
But she doesn't want to, and at least one of them has to be reckless and stupid and do the worst thing at the worst possible time and force the other to view it not as a calamity but as something beautiful. So she leans toward him, as she's done far too many times for this to be anything than what it so clearly was, and thankfully by now he's realised that yes, he does need to keep a hand at her waist to keep her steady.
The kiss is not angry, not like his confession was. It is chaste and it is something other than the all consuming fire that seems to be the focal point of all their interactions--the good, the bad and the ugly. It is better than that, much better, this is those words played back to him without any of the anger or the frustration in them.
"I love you."
And for once, she is able to stop herself from tacking an insult onto the end of her words. Just this once. For she has no doubt, in the wake of such a revelation, of such a shift in the dynamic, in the very earth upon which they stood, that the two of them would be bickering again within the hour.
oestrusx replied to your post “sooooo....you and lance are totally in love, right?”
omg
WRONG TOWER.
oestrusx replied to your post “are you sad that Lancelot is dead now?”
LANCELOT IS DEAD WHAT?????
I WAS GOING TO ASK YOU?
SOL DU LAC HURTS ME. I LOVE IT
ooc.
IT HURTS ME TOO.
COME, JOIN US IN THE STUPIDEST SHIP EVER. WE HAVE COOKIES AND TISSUES.
sol du lac
who falls asleep on the couch
Sunny, I think? Lance seems to proper to just nod off anywhere.
who wakes up first
Lance. Stupidly early for knight-related things. Even when there are no knight-related things. It drives her nuts because he is incapable of getting up without waking her up. She's convinced he does it on purpose.
who cooks the most
Sunny. I don't think Lance is the cooking type?
who’s in charge of the tv remote
Sunny. Mainly because Lance doesn't know how to work the TV.
who takes the longest getting ready
Sunny. Mainly because it annoys him that she takes so long.
who takes up most of the bed
Lance, he's a freaking giant.
if/what pets they have
They should get a puppy. And a cat. That hate each other, but then get sleepy and cuddle. Just like them.
♚ because ur a fab writer and because ur my princess and u need a crown
marina twin dear lord you are everything ;ooooo ; OUR BIRTHDAYS ARE COMING UP
oestrusx replied to your post:btw, Lance, Guin and Arthur are plotting to get...
that’s gonna be his face when they make him wear it tbh
they'll make it up to him. all through the night and into the morning
Good Morning (Lancelot)
Put “Good Morning” in my inbox for my muse’s reaction to waking up in bed with yours with no memory of the night before
Oh, she fucked up. Really, really bad. She was pretty sure there weren't even words to describe how much this should not have happened. In fact, Sunny was still pretty pissed off with him--there was a fairly long list of reasons why she should be able to kick him in the shins whenever he got too close, and this? Definitely too close.
Maybe she could make a portal and then just shove him through it. Well, maybe if he wasn't kind of a giant, that might have worked. Granted, she had no way of knowing where he'd end up, but he wouldn't be in her bed--and that was a definite improvement on the current situation. Then again, Lance was a giant and any attempts to shove him out of her bed (Which, even if there wasn't a portal there would be very satisfying) would probably either fail or wake him up. Or both. Neither of these things were at all acceptable.
Regardless, he had to go. Preferably before the still believed to be evil maids came in and found him there--everything after that was a problem for later and--
Huh. When he wasn't scowling or shouting at her, he's surprisingly handsome--an admission he will never hear because handsome or not, he's an asshole who doesn't deserve compliments, especially not from her. She can't make him move, and she's too stubborn to abandon her own bed--because she shouldn't have to. So she does the clearly very sensible thing and tugs the pillow out from under his head and then hits him with it.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
