Dec 27, 2021
Where to begin?
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Where to begin?
The first time… The first time Lancelot bared himself to Nimue, he knelt before her and rested his head on her chest, letting her examine the deep, angry slashes, marking his back like a road map of his life. Some old, some healing, some still bleeding. All heartbreaking. While she was gently tracing each scar with her fingertips, quiet tears marked his cheeks, darkening the ashen marking underneath his eyes and soaking into her hair. While she felt his hands holding on to her like he was afraid she would push him away, broken sobs racked her body, making her tighten her embrace and watch her own tears disappear into the jagged cross cut into his skull. She didn’t judge him. He didn’t beg for forgiveness. Both knew they were each other’s salvation. As both were broken. As they were one.
Draoicht Chapter 48: Finding Lancelot
Lancelot is lost in time, but Nimue may know exactly where he is.
Oh god nearing the end of the second book in my cursed fic and I think I have to come to terms with the fact I’ve written more than the author of the actual book 🤦♀️.
some notes i’ve left myself for my outline
What if the Monk went after the Witch in the Abbey? What if he followed her to the boat?
You may find out soon enough, thanks to @weeping-redemption who commissioned this edit for her upcoming story 👀
“They looked into each other’s eyes, sharing the moments of their joint ecstasy. She was a wild lover. He was a vocal one. Between the whispers and sighs, and moans, they would find a moment to share breathy laughter. Between the kisses and thrusts, and intimate caress, they would enjoy the instants of stillness and quiet assurances of their feelings. (…) She looked at him with such love, the silent tears would mark his cheeks. He looked at her with such devotion, the quiet sobs would rack her body. They finally found themselves. They finally found each other. They were one.” (Excerpt from “The Hidden Kingdom”, chapter 19: Lancelot and Nimue)
From the Fey Queen's Family Photo Album: "Just look at Squirrel! He is so excited at the prospect of his birthday party! Lancelot, on the other hand, looks like his mind is miles away (later, he explained - thoroughly - why 🥵)"