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poly_chromatic2013-01-08 11:28 pm
pratful) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-01-08 11:28 pm
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[ Arthur may be a man, but he was well trained and had been combing the City along with the others, making sure the ghouls were contained, herding them towards the stadium one ghoul at a time. If there was a chance at all that it would work, Arthur would do it. The screams, the decaying faces. It ate at him.
These men, these women, these children were someone's parents, friends, acquaintances.
They didn't deserve this life, this useless existence.
But then it happened.
At last, he ran into one of his own demons. His own greatest fear. Dropping the head of his spear, he stared in shock at the barely recognizable face of his once love, his last crush. ]
Guinevere?
[ It had been... months since he thought of her, pretending that he didn't love her, pretending that her words at the joust still didn't shape his every action. He had fallen in l-- almost fallen in love with someone else in that time. It had been almost a year. Even the most fledgling of emotion shouldn't (couldn't) survive that much time, that much distance.
And now he stared and felt the stone in his stomach blossom into dread and guilt, alike. He knew what he had to do. But it was Guinevere. He couldn't. There was no way he could destroy her. ]
((ooc: general shenanigans herding up the ghouls are more then welcomed! As is catching Arthur with his proverbial pants down confronting Guinevere, his once and future queen.))
These men, these women, these children were someone's parents, friends, acquaintances.
They didn't deserve this life, this useless existence.
But then it happened.
At last, he ran into one of his own demons. His own greatest fear. Dropping the head of his spear, he stared in shock at the barely recognizable face of his once love, his last crush. ]
Guinevere?
[ It had been... months since he thought of her, pretending that he didn't love her, pretending that her words at the joust still didn't shape his every action. He had fallen in l-- almost fallen in love with someone else in that time. It had been almost a year. Even the most fledgling of emotion shouldn't (couldn't) survive that much time, that much distance.
And now he stared and felt the stone in his stomach blossom into dread and guilt, alike. He knew what he had to do. But it was Guinevere. He couldn't. There was no way he could destroy her. ]
((ooc: general shenanigans herding up the ghouls are more then welcomed! As is catching Arthur with his proverbial pants down confronting Guinevere, his once and future queen.))