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knightsoflegend2015-01-11 11:53 am
wynn) wrote in knightsoflegend2015-01-11 11:53 am
Entry tags:
- abigail hobbs,
- alainn o'rourke,
- alice lincoln,
- amara,
- astrid mädchen,
- avaleen,
- belle desrosiers,
- buffy summers,
- carol danvers,
- cora hale,
- david levin,
- elena gilbert,
- faye chamberlain,
- felicity braddock,
- finnick odair,
- frankie matera,
- han solo,
- jaina solo,
- kali,
- kenzi,
- killian jones,
- leia organa,
- liam dunbar,
- lila zacharov-gray,
- lissa dragomir,
- lydia martin,
- malina harvey,
- myrilandel odair,
- nathan young,
- rose hathaway,
- sam winchester,
- snow white,
- spike,
- stiles stilinski,
- sylar zacharov-gray,
- violet reedhym,
- will graham
open ♔ october socialization
WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres Isle, etc!
WHEN || October
HOW || Actionspam
[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of the first half of the month. Because not everyone is into parties, ok.
Also, following the promotion and squiring parties at the beginning of the month, Wynn will be taking any willing Knights back to Andres Isle to further reconstruction efforts there. There's plenty to be done - and an election to gear up for, to find out who will rule Andres Isle!
You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. WE ARE BIG ON THREAD-JACKING HERE. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt.]
On this log:
Wynn & Section Heads @ Andres/London
Felicity @ the Desk
Damon @ the Desk
Gar and/or Kat @ Andres
Cordelia & Bambi @ Andres
Mark @ Andres castle, village, graveyard
Belle @ London castle
Amara @ London castle, Round Table room
Zero/Wheatley @ the Hoard labs
Cora @ the woods / Andres / London
Buffy @ Andres / London
David @ the Castle training room / Andres
Lydia @ England, the lab
Emma F @ London castle
Alanna @ Andres
Willow @ Andres/London library
Faye @ library
Abigail @ London castle/cleric wing/training room/library
Stiles @ Andres
Myri & Elena | Closed
Rose @ London / Andres
Han @ London/Andres
Carol @ Andres castle/ construction
Kenzi @ London armory / Andres throne room
Spike @ Andres
Killian @ Andres construction / London castle
Avaleen @ Andres
Thea @ castle firing range
Frankie @ Andres
Damon @ the castle
Malina @ London bday celebration / Fire wing / Gardens / TV room
Rocket @ London TV room
Jordan @ Andres
Alainn @ Andres
Glasya & Sam | Closed
Nathan @ Andres / London training room
Astrid @ London
Alex @ London firing range, airfield
Finnick @ Various
Sylar @ London kitchen/library
Lissa @ Andres medical / London light wing, various
Hayley @ Rebekah | Closed
Glasya & Sam | Closed
Alice @ Andres/ London
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Yer not a coward, Marcus. Ye never were. No one knows what ye had to go through, and ye cannot tell me they would've done anything differently than you had. Yer not a coward, and I'll not have ye saying that ever again, do ye understand?
[And she's being deadly serious. She never wants to hear those awful words crossing his lips again, no matter what.]
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[Her fingers tangle with his on his cheek, squeezing gently as she holds eye contact, the look in them softening as her smile comes back again, softer this time. She can't tamp down the feelings that rise in her chest as she looks at him, strong and fast and nearly overwhelming in their intensity.
She loved him so damn much. And seeing him like this, being the king she knew he would be, just made it all that much harder to let those feelings go.
Sure that he would be able to read her like a book her eyes fall to their hands dangling between them, not embarrassed but more... trying to give him his space. She couldn't hide her emotions on a good day, and for him she was always transparent. She would never lie to him, but that didn't mean she would burden him with unwanted feelings. She couldn't be that unfair. But neither can she find any words to break the air between them, her feelings still too raw and much to close to the surface. So she says nothing, hoping to regain at least enough of her composure back to make this easier, but having a very hard time of it. (Will save: Crit fail).]
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hahahaha ha ha
ha.
Yeah, no.]
[Her stomach does a few back flips at his words, and she drags in a ragged breath, eyes shiny with unshed tears as she looks up to catch his gaze. Myri's words ring in her head, the thought that just maybe her feelings could be returned, but she'll never know unless she puts herself out there.
Any thought of holding back the words clogging her throat vanishes as their eyes meet, the sincerity of his gaze robbing her of her will to fight her feelings any longer. Swallowing unsuccessfully against the lump in her throat she tries to speak, the words scratchy and raw. Licking her lips she tries again, hand still gripping his. Here goes ~]
I love ye, Mark. [she let's that hang in the air between them a moment, giving it a chance to settle and make sense. Then, just so he is absolutely clear with no questions about how she means that:]
I'm in love with ye, Marcus.
[hope he really meant what he said...]
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give him a second.
unrestrained surprise flicks across his features, and he looks for a moment as if he expects her to say that she's joking and elbow him in the ribs. his mouth drops open slightly, eyes darting across her face for any sign of something beside sincerity. ] You--
What? [ it rolls out stupidly, while his brain tries to catch up with his mouth. ] You're in love with me?
[ he sounds so completely, totally thrown by the concept that it's almost humorous, as if he just can't fathom how that could possibly happen. ]
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It hurt worse than she could have imagined.
Her pride takes the blow but it doesn't stay down for long. Bringing her chin up once more her eyes lock on his, the light in them fierce. She had always been honest with him, there was no way she was going to change that now.]
Aye. I'm in love with ye. And I know that nothing can come of it, I know that you and Lara... [she trails off, not knowing exactly what they were] Well, yer whatever ye are to each other. But I've promised I would always be honest with ye. I'm keeping my promise. And I'm sorry to lay this on ye, on top of everything else, and I know it is really crap timing, and I know how it looks.
[Him coming out as the long lost Prince of Andres and all of a sudden she's confessing that she's in love with him? She know's how it looks, how others would see it, what he must think of it.]
I just needed ye to know. And now ye do, so... [She turns to
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[ he looks conflicted, his eyes skating towards his parents' graves ] I ... don't know what we are or aren't, but it's not-- I can't call it love.
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What was she expecting, really? To spring this on him and have him immediately declare his love in return? He had just come back to his island, his people, his friends and his betrothed, all things he had been focused on for years, and he was facing an election to hold the throne of his father. She was as stupid as she had tried convincing Myri. And she wasn't exactly being fair.]
I... I'm sorry, Marcus. I shouldn't have just sprung that on ye, and I know that nothing can... [she shakes her head, one hand scrubbing at her lips as she trails off.] Ye've got too much on yer plate right now ter have to deal with this, and I'm not exactly being fair to ye by laying it all out there. But ye deserved the truth.
Ye've had enough of people playing ye false, or holding back and not giving ye all the facts. This may not be on the same level as yer island, but a promise is a promise. [She doesn't try to walk off again though, instead crosses her arms over her stomach, fingers gripping the fabric of her shirt on either side of her abdomen.]
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[ he reaches the same hand back to scrub at the back of his hair ] I've no experience with this stuff, you know. Not really.
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She shakes her head, arms still clutched around her middle.] I don't know what I was expecting anyway, telling you that with no forewarning. [Her tone is just so forlorn as she speaks, eyes falling again to her shoes.]
It's not yer fault for not noticing sooner Mark, please don't think it was. Hell, I kept it from myself as long as I could, how could I expect you to figure it out?
[A sad smile quirks her lips as she looks up again.]
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I've never really thought of the future much past... facing Dimitris down. Actually being King some day, or even just living my own life without all these secrets dictating everything, it just--
I didn't want to plan it all out because it seemed like a long shot, honestly. [ he might be rambling a little bit, give him a sec ]
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She doesn't want to interrupt him, not when he's finally talking about all of this stuff with her, but she can't help but to say:] It's not a long shot any more. Ye can have everything ye've always wanted now.
[Even if the things that he wants don't include her. She'll be happy for him no matter what he chooses.]
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AhemGrulkahem]When that time comes, ye'll have the power to do what ye want, change whatever ye want. [She pauses, swallowing thickly against a lump threatening to rise in her throat. Her voice shakes as she continues, eyes steady on his.] It all depends on if ye truly want change, or not.
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Andres is... traditional, among a lot of things. They don't take things like ... betrothals lightly. [ he looks down a moment, before his eyes skate over to his mother's grave ] My mother arranged that betrothal, had her heart set on it, even when Lara and I were young and couldn't stand each other. [ he sounds torn, and it's clear that there's a part of him that feels like even having this conversation is disrespecting his dead mother's wishes. ]
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[Her heart jumps at his step, her hand fluttering at her side as if she would lift it to his, but she stills it quickly, wrapping her arm around her midsection. And then he's talking and she knows that he is right, knows that he can't just swoop in and change things to suit his own wants. And she didn't really want him to do that either, didn't want him to buck tradition when it was so important to him, to his country. Deep down in the most selfish part of herself she wishes he would be willing to take that step, to want her too.
But again, she wasn't exactly being fair to him either. Dropping all of this in his lap when he had finally made it home, finally had the chance to realize his hopes of being King, then expecting him to return these sudden feelings without warning was probably one of the most selfish things she could do.
Her eyes stay trained on his face as he looks at his mother's grave, her gut clenching at what she sees there. She can see the guilt on his face, hear it in his voice, and her heart breaks clean in two as she fully realizes what she is doing to him (Wis 21). He couldn't go against his mother's wishes, the expectations of his country to uphold his part of the betrothal. Perhaps in another lifetime if his parents had lived, and they had met, perhaps he could have talked them around to what he wanted. But that wasn't the world they lived in, his parents weren't alive, and this was one of the things he could do to honor them, to carry on with tradition and keep their memory alive.
Her lips lift in what she hopes passes for a smile as she steps up to him, hand going to his arm gently. She can't hide her emotions, her broken heart, but her voice is steady as she speaks, soft and gentle.]
I understand, Mark. I truly do. I'm- [sorry? dying slowly inside? not being fair to him at all.] Perhaps if- [if this was a different life? but then he wouldn't be the man he is now. She takes in a breath, eyes looking to his mother's grave as she finishes-] -Perhaps some space would be good for the both of us. Give us a chance to... think. Besides, ye've got far too much on yer plate right now to have to deal with this [Her hand leaves his arm, gesturing to the air between them. She takes a step back, then another, like physical distance would help with the emotional distance she desperately needs right now.]
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Well, before I mess anything up.
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Ye won't mess anything up Mark. Ye're going to make the best decision ye can, with the information ye have. [She takes another step back, then another, heart breaking a little more with each step.]
I uh... I'll see ye around, okay? [Without really waiting for his reply she turns, her steps coming faster and faster as she leaves the graveyard before he can see her face crumple in a heap of tears.]
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