Jan 24, 2017
“I have a terrible headache, please pour me some water and tell me why you’re here and what can I do for you?” Queen Margaret smiled weakly.
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“I have a terrible headache, please pour me some water and tell me why you’re here and what can I do for you?” Queen Margaret smiled weakly.
Lídan waded into the water and let himself sink briefly below the water. It wasn’t the same, it would never be the same; he couldn’t breathe, or even really swim with these awkward human legs instead of his tail. But when the homesickness grew too great it was comforting just to be surrounded by the water, to feel it lapping against his skin. Submerged as he was, though, he didn’t hear the footsteps approaching and surged aware back up to the surface.
Elliot was very unaware of the eyes that lingered on him as he cared for the horses at his estate. Humming in content while he worked, it was only the sound of gravel underfoot that tore him from work. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there. Did you need something?” He asked as he scratched lightly at his bare chest.
“I do suppose you think that rather funny, sneaking up on a lady like that at a time such as this.”
“I feel like I should object to the fact that you’ve decided to make my office your home, but somehow, I can’t,” Kay muttered at the small cat as it jumped from her desk to wind its way around her ankles. She had found it curled up beneath his chair about a week or so ago, presumably just looking to get out of the cold, but since then it had apparently decided to adopt her. She bent to scratch behind one of its ears, then realised there was someone stood in the door. “Ah, yes? Can I help you?”
It didn’t matter how far away he rode, eventually he always found his way back to Camelot. It drew him, like a beacon. Because it was his home, and he had come to love it. Because his brother was here ... and because she was here. Every time he left he hoped this would be the time he managed to forget her, but he never did. And he hated himself for it. Riding into the courtyard now, Gwydion pulled his horse to a stop and then dismounted, looking up at the castle with a smile of mixed emotions. “Well. I’m home.”
