Things have gotten closer to the sun. For prideofcamelot
[Gwaine is starting to get used to the rhythms of the castle, regular meal times and a roof over his head aren't quite the dungeon he always thought they'd be. Not that he'd ever admit that, someone has to keep things interesting after all.
Time to himself that's not spent drunk, recovering or running from whoever has taken exception to him on this particular occasion however is something he'll never be quite used to.
He pushes himself off his bed with a grin, if he hurries he'll be able to make it to the guard house before the evening changeover. Those lads can always be talked into a dice game or three and their luck is even more transient than his own.
He heads out the door to his chambers with a purposeful bounce to his stride.]
Time to himself that's not spent drunk, recovering or running from whoever has taken exception to him on this particular occasion however is something he'll never be quite used to.
He pushes himself off his bed with a grin, if he hurries he'll be able to make it to the guard house before the evening changeover. Those lads can always be talked into a dice game or three and their luck is even more transient than his own.
He heads out the door to his chambers with a purposeful bounce to his stride.]