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paradisalost2010-11-02 08:42 pm
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WHO; Halloween (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
relegate) and Lancelot (protecteurdelac)
WHERE; Courtyard.
WHAT; Lance is emo, as usual. Halloween isn't a puppet anymore.
WHEN; Tonight.
RATING; PG?
Though the spirit of this holiday was intended to be cheerful, Lancelot was anything but.
He had spent a good portion of the day sitting and simply ... staring, at the tombstone marked "Arthur Pendragon". He had known, for a long time, the truth and the fate of his beloved King, but seeing the gravestone was a different thing altogether. A visual reminder of what he already knew, but wished he didn't.
After a long time of sitting, thinking, and mourning stoically, he moved himself to the courtyard near the castle - a place where he found himself more and more often now when he wished to be outside. It reminded him of the places outdoors to sit in Camelot - a proper place for a knight, he supposed.
He sat quietly on a bench, sword laid across his lap, as he stared up at the stars. It seemed like time after time this place was becoming better and better at finding ways to truly bother him.
relegate) and Lancelot (protecteurdelac)WHERE; Courtyard.
WHAT; Lance is emo, as usual. Halloween isn't a puppet anymore.
WHEN; Tonight.
RATING; PG?
Though the spirit of this holiday was intended to be cheerful, Lancelot was anything but.
He had spent a good portion of the day sitting and simply ... staring, at the tombstone marked "Arthur Pendragon". He had known, for a long time, the truth and the fate of his beloved King, but seeing the gravestone was a different thing altogether. A visual reminder of what he already knew, but wished he didn't.
After a long time of sitting, thinking, and mourning stoically, he moved himself to the courtyard near the castle - a place where he found himself more and more often now when he wished to be outside. It reminded him of the places outdoors to sit in Camelot - a proper place for a knight, he supposed.
He sat quietly on a bench, sword laid across his lap, as he stared up at the stars. It seemed like time after time this place was becoming better and better at finding ways to truly bother him.