Chat Log : Confronting Lancelot
*gathering flowers outside, looking thoughtful*
*probably wandering about doing Lance-y things*
*catches sight of him, gasps, looks away*
My lady?
*blushes* Sir Knight.....
What troubles you?
*looks away* Am I so transparent, L.. Sir Lancelot?
Only to those who know you well, lady.
*sighs* I have seen Sir Sagramore. *as if it was explanation for everything.*
Oh? *well, he doesn't talk to Saggy much, so* And is he well?
Well enough. *a long, painful pause.* I knew not you had a child.
...*blinks* Did you not?
*has screwy memories because typist is evil - also, she's 18.* Nay, I did not. *looking down at her feet*
*sits somewhere* Lady -- I did not remember, myself, for some time, until he arrived.
*sits elsewhere* And you would have me believe that you forgot your own child? *angry and sad both*
Lady --I did not -know-.
How could you not? *hurt*
*runs a hand through his hair* I --was not myself.
*gives him a sidelong look* ever, aye?
Hm?
*long siiiiiigh* how so?
I was mad. *quietly*
Spelled.
Spelled? By who? *concerned*
A lady called Elaine.
*makes mental note* And so she ensnared you, and made you bed her.....
Aye, lady.
*looks very forlorn.* And you did not love her.......
No.
*a wide-eyed, hopeful look*
You know who I love, lady. *small smile*
*looks down* do I? *wistful and full of doubt and guilt and oh why couldn't things be different?*
Aye, or so I should hope.
*trembling lip, wrings her hands a little*
*small smile* Lady?
*deeeep breath, forces herself to look at him. Doubt and love both in her eyes.*
I am yours, lady.
*so very softly, only he can hear it* as I am yours. *except when Arthur is around.*
*and that gets a -grin-*
*blushes, looks down again, but she is smiling too*
Shall we walk, lady? *smilesmile <333*
Aye, Sir Knight. *grins too, if shyly*
*offers her his arm*
*takes it, slow and graceful, half timid but getting bolder.* Where to, Sir Lancelot?
Wherever you wish.
*wherever she wishes she cannot say aloud, it's not pc. * where your fancy takes us, then. *a slight smile*
Very well. *and -- out to the gardens, again, cause it's a nice day?*
*sure thing, though they are already out... - she follows dutifully, if a bit frustratedly*