#opusregina

[servingliesarch]

starter call   ♡   @opusregina.

         ❛  You know, Gwen, I don’t know what I would have done without you,  ❜   he says in a light tone, though it’s clear that Merlin means it.  Perhaps he simply needs to tell her now, when it becomes more than clear how much it matters to him that they are friends as they are shoulder to shoulder, elbows deep in the laundry water, long hours after most of the castle is asleep.  Merlin needs her to know, so he nudges her shoulder gently, stealing a fond glance at her profile.   ❛  I mean it, you know   —   dead serious.  I would have surely not lasted as long as I have if it wasn’t for you.  ❜

[elesheir]

Dark loomed the skies and dreary the night, the puttering of the rain but a worn out cord. Upon the cobblestone roads, a baleful mist billowed. It chilled as winter frost and crept into the bones. Onto the earth had their ocean swelled, for this deluge, thundering as the waves, had plunged the village neath its drowning depths. Even among tavern-folk, a startled air reigned, and the embers of the hearth ominously flickered. It sputtered with a wind as this stranger lumbered past... His boots, worn with age, thudded hollow notes strange. "There is fear among them," remarked they upon seating, those settled nearby so wary of he. The maiden wading past surely knew what he’d meant. "Long have I felt it from before my coming."

@opusregina, a bleeding heart.

[theonceandfuture-blog1]

@opusregina liked for a starter.

     The deep, loud boom of a mastiff’s howls echoed around the room as Cavall took off, unbidden, towards the only other occupant of the room. 

     “Cavall!” Arthur barked after the dog, sounding much the same as the deep, low sound. He gave chase, reaching the dog by the scruff of the neck just in time. “Forgive me, my lady, Cavall is usually better behaved,” Arthur said, giving the dog in question a pointed look.

[etfuturus]

@opusregina 

he is not ungrateful. how could he be, when guinevere has given so much for him to return to life? when she’s offered all she is, for him to steal a few more years on this earth? it’s more than arthur deserves, to be sure, more than he’s earned by leaving her alone through his recklessness, through his family’s mistakes. he cannot be ungrateful; but the world around him seems... off. a little too heavy, a little too rough. a draftsman’s first attempt.  ( he has told no one of this; not merlin, certainly not guinevere. it’s hard to explain --- and, anyway, it hardly matters. he is breathing, his heart beats. what the world looks like should mean nothing to him. )  and, worse than the roughness of his world--- he still does not know what it is, exactly, guinevere offered in his place. herself, to be sure --- arthur knows enough of the old religion to know what the trade is, for a life. that guinevere still lives does not mean she hasn’t traded her life. 

his voice is nearly a whisper, low, as if the triple goddess herself were listening. perhaps she is.  ❝ guinevere------ what did you offer her? ❞

[treesprung]

( @opusregina ) « s.c

                          OF ALL THE times she had visited before, never had there been so many PEOPLE. Emissaries from across the land had been invited, and Daphne, as the emissary for the woodlands, watched them all. There was a beautiful woman of exceptionally-small stature seated to her left at the dining table. Picking up a berry, Daphne smiled as she greeted her. “They’ve surely created quite the event, haven’t they?”

[swordmade]

IT  WASN’T  anything  that  he  could  put  to  words               it  wasn’t  anything  that  he  could  explain.  it  was  like  ...  a  heartbeat.  there  was  something  in  the  wind  that  nestled  in  the  depths  of  his  chest  &  kept  tugging  him  out  there.  he  liked  camelot,  he  liked  their  home  but               there  just  seemed  to  be  so  much  out  there.  more  &  more  his  gaze  would  linger  on  the  woods  that  surrounded  them.  it  felt  right  to  him.  there  was  just  something  about  being  out  there  that  made  him  feel  alive  in  a  way  he  had  never  felt  before.

there  were  problems  of  course.  elyan  adjusted  the  pack  slung  over  his  shoulder  &  gave  his  sister  an  apologetic  look.  he                he  had  to  do  this.  lips  twisted  &  he  reached  out  a  palm,  cradling  her  cheek  gently.   ❛   it’s  not  going  to  be  for  forever,  i  promise.  i’ll  come  back,  gwen.   ❜

sc:   @opusregina

[cos-o-lyn]

guinevere ╱ character  edits — colours

yellow  &  red.  i  am  not  what  remained.  i  am  what  stayed  strong.

@opusregina​

[calledstrength-a-blog]

GUINEVERE ╱ HEART

❝perhaps i enjoy your company.❞ there’s no perhaps about it - she does.  she always has.  besides, he’s gentle with her hair, understands how to tame the often unruly curls into something beautiful and elegant.  it’s a skill borne of practice; he thinks she remembers him mentioning a sister in passing, once.  perhaps by accident.  she’s never asked.  ❝i feel awkward, asking servants to do things for me.  many of them are my friends - most of the things they do i can finish on my own.  this…this isn’t one of them.  it was easier to ask a friend.❞

        ❛   NEVER  THOUGH  about  it  that  way.   ❜   &  it  was  true.  sometimes  it  was  easy  to  forget  gwen’s  humble  origins  because  of  the  grace  &  elegance  she  carried  herself  always.  he  fell  silent,  taking  the  time  to  smooth  out  a  knot  in  her  hair  before  carrying  on.   ❛   i  miss  doing  this,  honestly.  none  of  the knights  have  nearly  long  enough  hair  except  leon  &  i  don’t  think  he’d  accept  this  particular  talent.   ❜

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