orneryknight replied to your post: plot with flynn you cowards.
Jenkins will fight Flynn.
zkljns replied to your post: plot with flynn you cowards.
dont tell me what to do
ANYONE BESIDES THESE TWO WANTS TO PLOT WITH MR. FLYNN CARSEN??

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orneryknight replied to your post: plot with flynn you cowards.
Jenkins will fight Flynn.
zkljns replied to your post: plot with flynn you cowards.
dont tell me what to do
ANYONE BESIDES THESE TWO WANTS TO PLOT WITH MR. FLYNN CARSEN??
@orneryknight is going blissfully astray
“I know who you are.” The High Queen said, her voice as cool as the night air. If Arthur was the warm and loving sun, Guinevere had always been the cold and unforgiving moon. She would not forgive this knight’s mother, she had taken Lancelot when she had no right to him. He was hers. He was Arthur’s. He held them together, the third strand of hair in a plait.
“Do you want the blessing of the High Queen in some new venture?” She asked sitting regally in a small chair. “Or does something else trouble you, sir knight?”
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“I blame myself for what happened with Camelot. Morgan was my responsibility, and I failed her as a father.“
There were many in Camelot, Arthur included, who believed that he should have hunted her down. Killed her. What kind of father could kill his own child, especially when he was at fault for her actions?
“I know it doesn’t change anything, doesn’t make my lack of action better. I just-“ he sighed, falling back into a seat, shaking his head. “I wish I could have gotten through to her.“
“I don’t know.” hand on her hip, she stared hard at Jenkins, her lips twitching with restrained laughter. “I think I liked your older looks better.”
@orneryknight I starter call.
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also, people, do all yourselves a favor, and go follow nikki. pls and thank you.
Hesitant footsteps stopoutside of the annex, her visits here so few and far in between, that she feels an intruder in a part of the Library she helped build. The physical anchor of the Library, as much as she tries to think of it as a separate thing, is intrinsically linked with the man who dwells in it.
The leaves crunch underneath her boots as she takes the final steps, opening the door, immediately feeling the warm overwhelming embrace of her home, its walls closing in on her. Charlene wanders slowly around the place, her thoughts running wild in a way they rarely do -- she is a woman of action, a learned woman with brains to outfit any genius, but primarily, ever since her father put a sword in her hand, action has been her first reaction. A part of her wanted to linger for a while longer alone, but still, when she finally found him her lips twitched in the smallest of smiles, a weird soft expression for the words that would next come out of her mouth.
“The Librarian is dead.”
starter call. I @orneryknight
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“I think you’ll find it’s a better investment in the long run.“
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✨ @orneryknight thx for helping the moon’s future mini ruler...! ( source. )
( txt. | 📚 mr.jenkins. ) well. it was a long talk i had with them... (。・・。)
( txt. | 📚 mr.jenkins. ) they seemed to understand. they figured, hey, i have the rest of my inevitably eternal, immortal life to figure things out.... they apologized, too.
( txt. | 📚 mr.jenkins. ) i still have a stupid amount of anxiety from life in general but that discussion is something i needed
( txt. | 📚 mr.jenkins. ) so thank you for being in my corner about it!! (⁄ ⁄^⁄ᗨ⁄^⁄ ⁄) sometimes, it really just takes someone telling me to chill out and pull myself together