#ofdeedsglorious

[darabeatha]

@ofdeedsglorious replied ; this is what happens when he's the designated babysitter for his coworkers

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ You'd be surprised to know that the noises eventually turn into reassurance. ❞ ㅤHe is not precisely denying the core of the issue, is he―

[titlacahuans]

@ofdeedsglorious

“What brings you to my little corner of this…place, Queen Morgan?” the question was somewhat muffled as Elouan spoke around a penlight gripped in his teeth, hands busy with stitching a repair in a tapestry. A depiction of what he theorized was the crowning of Arthur, though it was sometimes difficult to be sure. Gold thread in place, he finally stood to meet the Lostbelt queen’s eyes. “You’ve never visited me before now.” ; from elouan to morgan (ofglories)

Unprompted.

Ice blue meets purple upfront, dark veil acting as a barrier as she holds his gaze. Not a expressive woman, her visage can only be described as blank, maybe somewhat stern; but that is just normal when it comes to her.

"I see you are busy." her gaze wanders over the tapestry with only the slightest hint of curiosity, maybe some recognition as well, "I wish not to interrupt your craft. I may return later if you so prefer."

[titlacahuans]

@ofdeedsglorious

❝  i’m afraid I have been prompted by a rare stirring of guilt.  ❞ ; from elouan to morgan

Song of Achilles.

Guilt. That is not a feeling she's particularly knowledgeable on, long buried and forgotten underneath a rage that burned too hot and yet left only cold, empty grief behind. She doesn't think she can even remember what it felt like, much less conceive the thought of feeling it ever again.

"I did not take you for the kind of man that would do something to merit guilt." That's the truth. The little she knows of him and her own observations have him as what humans would consider a good man. But then, she never saw necessary to get to know the hearts of men when her Fae Eyes would already tell her whatever truths lurked in their very souls, "Are you perhaps, querying me for advice? In said case, I will need you to inform me on the specifics of your situation. You may go on."

[titlacahuans]

@ofdeedsglorious from X

"Aww, you compare me to a flower?"

The grin she shows him in return is just as wide to match his own, the pointy teeth of a carnivorous thing that knows only to take. She picks at his words not differently from a child picking the best flowers, but without the innocence that one would have.

"No no, I think I'm perfect as I am. Don't you know, dear Marrok? Humans love moldy fruit and stagnant ponds. I'm the kind of pleasure they rip each others apart to indulge on."

Her eyes narrow, the teeth hidden by glossed to allow a reptilian tongue to be seen. There's s particular king of glee to her voice as she speaks next.

"Your kind would know about that, wouldn't they? Even if it was another doing the honors... not that bad for a third rate play, was it?"

[titlacahuans]

@ofdeedsglorious

"Merlin, I told you quite plainly." Arthur scowled, arms crossed as he looked at the mage over his desk. To a degree he understood that it was her nature to cause issues, but to disregard what he had to say so blatantly was a source of immense frustration and outright annoyance. How badly things could have gone had it not been for Bedivere's quick interference in what was almost a brawl before the tournament had even begun! "Do not go around convincing men to fight for you for your amusement, especially not today. I told you that, just as I made certain to inform you that this tournament is important to reaffirm the friendship between my kingdom and King Uriens' lands." An important task, considering the older king's disdain for him. "Why did you feel the need to stir up trouble despite my orders?" ; from arthur to merlin for the inbox call

Unprompted.

If there was one feature most people would use to describe the mage of flowers, it would be always beautiful, but if there was a second one to mention it would certainly be her smile. Always present even in the most idle of moments, simply wanning an raising like the moon but never totally disappearing, no matter what emotion could cross those slit eyes. Yet, the one with which she faces her king now has a certain edge of pity for him, barely covered by an always present amusement when before him.

"I guess it's difficult for you to understand something like this." she lets out a sigh as placing her staff in the air behind her, letting it levitate to use the horizontal handle as an impromptu seat. She crosses her legs and rests her chin on her hand, claws brushing purple lips as she tilts her head and narrows her eyes, "Let's go slowly then. Tell me Artie, when you look at me, what do you see?"

The true intention of the question is pretty evident as she pulls down her hood with her other hand, iridescent hair brushing the scales of her cheekbones to frame her face. She smirks and crosses her legs before continuing.

"Let me answer that. You see your mage and resident nuisance. But that's only you. Most men I've met in my life see me as a woman, and mage only afterwards. I don't need to spell out what that means, do I?" he smirk widens into a grin, but there's nothing happy or amused about it, rather a palpable feeling of disgust, "Humans are just another breed of animals, but males are the worst of them. They will always try to take what they want, no matter what- or who, it is. I fall into that category, as you might've guessed by now."

She sighs as standing up again and throwing her hood once more over her face, fingers carefully pushing the tufts underneath.

"If it will ease your mind, I won't ever lift my hood near human men again. Nor speak. Although I can't do anything about my fragrance. It's just the way things are, right?"

[duunswitch]

"Cousin Lancelot is a fine knight," Bors started, stirring his tea from where he sat across from Le, "however his temper can be terrible. And he's quite impulsive. Still, I would recommend him for any tasks you need a Saber for." ; from bors for the inbox call

"Yes, I've noticed the temper and the impulses." He has been helpful though, so she appreciates him regardless. Even if he'd made life difficult during Camelot.

"He still keeps putting things on high shelves though and I need him to stop. Are you sure you can't stop him?"