knightsoflegend | It's just another slice of modern life. It's not a fairy tale to me.

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It's just another slice of modern life. It's not a fairy tale to me.

WHO || Mr. Gold vs. the Castle (aka OPEN)
WHAT || there's a guy in your library who has totally always been there. no really.
WHERE || the library
WHEN || like a week before the squiring ceremony.
HOW || either/or. i am flexible if you want more exp points.

The strange thing you might notice is that there's a crocodile curled up outside the library, not really bothering anyone. Just existing. As crocodiles do. Mostly, she's sleeping. Occasionally someone will walk by fairly loudly and she'll lift her crocish head and give generally displeased looks, but otherwise... Crocodile. Sleeping in the hall. Totally normal.

And a member of the Dragon's Fire presently flipping through atlases in the library will tell you as much. His atlas-hoarding is less normal, but he's not really going to comment on it, because he couldn't properly tell you why in the first place. Following leads on his own time, looking up information for missions- who knows. Maybe he liked maps in another life.

Plus they're more interesting than the pile of half-sorted legal documents he's been searching through, checking for loopholes and the like. He might be one of the few people in the damn castle who actually enjoys paperwork (he sort of insisted on taking that project), even if it's half abandoned right now in a fit of whimsy.

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[ ♬ wild hope - mandy moore

hundreds of knights reside here in the castle, with its endless wings and constant revolving door of members out on mission and those in residence. so it's never surprising to see a new face.

or in this case, even an old face, that lingers at the borders of recognition like a fragment of a forgotten dream.

the beautiful girl sits in the upper balcony of the library, legs crossed between two rungs of the railing, completely oblivious to the rest of the world as she turns the pages of a yellowing book. there's a smile on the edge of her lips, as if there's a secret kept between her and the pages she's so delicately handling.

it's only when she turns a page and a fragment of paper that was pressed there flutters out and goes drifting down below, to land on top of one of the maps gold is so diligently studying, that she'd even be noticed. ]

[That catches him unawares a bit, which is odd for a man accustomed to being aware of all the little details in a general area, usually the exits for the sake of being the first on a mission to know where the likely escape route is (there's a compelling need to run in an unwinnable situation- or hobble quickly, anyway- that he's never quite been able to shake and every counselor has said it's likely something he can't quite remember before the Veil, much like the gut instinct to keep looking for something he isn't sure of). In more ideal situations, it's just that details matter.

But this is one that he missed. Gingerly he picks up the fragment and studies it for a second before abandoning his maps to see where it came from.

And then he stares, as if transfixed.

Speaking of things that called from beyond the Veil. Not that he could place exactly why her face made his stomach drop into hos shoes, but it did. He brushes it aside- impulses he could trust from his half-destroyed memory. He was in control of those, because if he refused to give into the whimsy, if he grit his teeth and stood his ground when he deeply wished to flee, then all was well. A face in a crowd triggering a strong reaction- well that was something entirely different. It felt like a kind of manipulation.

And yet, he can't stop staring until he finally tears his eyes away and clears his throat loudly enough to get her attention.] "Let us read and let us dance - two amusements that will never do any harm to the world."

[Nailed it.]

[ her eyes lift to seek out the source of the voice, and her secretive smile grows a bit at his remark. she regards him with mild surprise, and a certain degree of interest. a lot of these knights don't even know how to pick up a book, after all. *cough*dragon's hide*cough* ]

Well said. [ she doesn't seem to realize she's dropped a paper, as she gingerly closes the volume, keeping her finger inside to mark her place. ] And yet I think the ballroom sees more use in this place, of the two.

Well, I've unfortunately worn out my welcome on the dance floor. [He shifts his weight to his uninjured leg to indicate his bad one.] So the library, it is.

[He holds up her paper.] I believe this is yours.

[ upon noting the paper (upon which this is drawn), she looks down at her book, startled, and opens it slightly as if in disbelief that the piece had been transported down there ] However did that happen? [ she smiles sheepishly ] I suppose it's a good thing you're here then. Some of these books are certainly priceless. I'd hate to be responsible for disbanding one. [ she pulls herself up to her feet ]

[Some people wouldn't care about hurting a few books. He knows one type of person in this castle who would consider it a criminal offense.] That would make you one of the Dragon's Hoard then. [He turns the page around to examine it.] I was almost one, myself, once. [Well, if he hadn't had such an affinity for magic, it's where he would have aspired to end up, and he would have been quite content with it, but he does so love his magic, even more than he loves the power of good-old fashioned knowledge.]

[ she gets a guilty little smile as she heads down the windy steps slowly, trailing a hand on the banister ] What gave it away? [ his announcement causes real curiosity to spark in her eyes as she comes down below to join him ] But you decided not to?

Lucky guess. [Obviously, not entirely true, so he goes on.] A certain reverence for antiquities like the books is hard to miss. I always thought 'Dragon's Hoard' was the most appropriate name of all of them for that reason.

[He nods, sagely.] Turns out, I was best suited elsewhere. I have a bit of a natural affinity for spellwork, you see. Unusual for a simple pawnbroker, but who am I to argue with my own talents, however unexpected they might be.

Wynnefalshond values knowledge, that much seems quite evident. It's one reason I had few qualms about joining up with the Knights.

[ she steps up to one end of the table, not yet noticing the crocodile on the other side ] You're studying to be a mage, then?

I'm certain the fact that you can pronounce his entire name with no difficulty means he's happy to have you. [DID YOU KNOW LOSING YOUR MEMORIES DOES NOT AUTOMATICALLY GIVE YOU PHENOMENAL AMOUNTS OF GAME?

He realizes half a step too late that might actually be insulting, so he adds:] Among other reasons.

[NAILED IT. Anyway...] Sorcerer. "Go big or go home," as they say, and the latter isn't much of an option, now is it?

[Even the crocodile thinks you have zero game, bro. She lifts her head briefly and then goes back to sleep. Seriously, dude. You are the worst flirt.]

I suppose not, no. Although I've heard some scientists in the Hoard who would love to argue the point.

[ she gives a small smile, almost conspiratorial ] To be entirely honest? I know there are many people here who long to go home.

But I think this is all rather, well, exciting, isn't it?

[He waves a hand.] Well, as glamorous as being a small town pawnbroker is, it hardly compares to this. [He can't imagine giving up the power now that he has it to be a man with only power in the metaphorical sense. Owning an entire town and having everyone fear you is nice and all, but when you can break bones with your brain, it's kinda hard to go back to fear mongering any other way.]

It's the gaps in our memories that tend to grate a little.

Did you lose quite a bit? Or-- [ she seems on the verge of saying something but stops herself ]

[THAT... is a difficult question.]

It's hard to say, really. How do you judge the loss of something you never knew you had? It's not the small things that get to me- a first name I can't recall, a few hazy details about my childhood that might as well be someone else's. No, it's the things you can't quite rationalize- an emotional reaction to something you've never seen before, a name that comes to the forefront of your memory for seemingly no reason at all. [He looks at her and tilts his head.] Or a face you only just barely recognize, but you don't know why or where.

[He shakes it off, brushing all thoughts away with a wave of his hand.] I'm sorry, dear. I got carried away. You were saying?

[ She's staring back at him with a look very close to wonder for a moment, as he speaks, until he abruptly cuts off the subject, prompting her to blink and killing the moment ] No, no, I think... I think what you said just now. [ she gives a tiny, apologetic smile at her stammering, taking a moment to compose herself and carry on: ] Is rather like my own case. [ SIGNIFICANT LOOK ] Er, that is, I remember a great deal of my life, or seem to, compared to those who have lost nearly everything, but there's always this doubt that there was something more, something important, that I wouldn't even know was gone.

[HOW WONDERFUL LIFE ISSSS

NOW YOU'RE IN THE WORLD~

...No wait sorry. Serious tag. Except that might as well be what's going on in Gold's head with the way he's sorta staring back in wonder. Like wow, this librarian is super kawaii. It should be criminal how kawaii this librarian is.

Except Gold would never think the word "kawaii."] Could be worse, I suppose. We could be suffering alone, wondering if we're reading too much into it or if the Veil just made us a bit mad. [He looks down at his collection of maps.] That's why I spend so much time in here, really- I keep looking for a way to break the Veil's spell and contemplating over whether or not there really is one... or if we're just meant to wonder about who we really are for the rest of our lives. Never knowing. Just... accepting our fate as a half-life.

Oh, I don't know. I don't feel like any less of myself for having wound up somewhere I didn't belong. Even if there are bits and pieces missing. We still have all our lifetimes here stretching out ahead of us.

I wouldn't call that a half-life.

[Are you even real...] You're far more optimistic than I am, dear.

I just don't see what other option we have, if we want to be happy here.

[THAT... is a valid point. And it actually shuts him up for a second. Good one, Belle.] I've never actually considered that option. Remaining here and being content with it, that is.

[What is happy. I was under a curse. Happiness isn't real.]

No one else seems to think of much else. [ she looks thoughtful ] I don't suppose it's a bad thing to want to go home either, but if it should prove impossible, then why waste the opportunity we've been given for a life here?

A life in service to this organization. [He's trying so hard not to laugh at that.] Is that the life you'd picture for yourself, Ms...?

[He's been talking to her like twenty minutes and he does not know her name...]

Desrosiers. But that's merely a name I picked up in France. [ the sweetest smile of all time. ] I'm Belle.

Belle. [ANNNNNNND...

Nope. Nothing. Doesn't ring a bell. Yep.

Except he smiles back, because duuuuuur pretty girl smiling at him duuuuuur.] What a lovely name.

I don't think I caught yours. [ ~~/snaps in front of his face to wake him out of his dreamy trance~~ ] And as for your question...

Actually, yes. It's a life of guaranteed adventure. I'd say that sounds like all I can ever remember wanting.

oh fine, you all win.

I THINK I LOVE YOU. SO WHAT AM I SO AFRAID OF.

a love there is no cure for ♥

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