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Who: supercilious & swordofthenorth
When: Hearts Aflame event.
Where: places.
Format: action.
What: world's worst date.
Warnings: n/a.
[ The thread is white, and Arthur resents it greatly, though perhaps not quite as much as he did last year. Then, it was Senji. Now, he knows, Isley. Neither are exactly his favourite people, though he thinks a lot of that has to do with their role in Priscilla's life. ]
[ Nevertheless, it's a measure of how time has mellowed him that this time he isn't filled with unbridled fury at the thought of it. A chance to make amends with someone who was obviously going to be a fixture in Priscilla's life for some time to come? No matter how silly the circumstances, he won't throw that away. ]
[ And so it is that Arthur finds himself following the gentle tug of the string. Merlin helps him with his armor, and Arthur dons his boots and a rich, red cloak. It's an outfit for a battle or a treaty, but though Arthur knows the armour is really nothing more than a conceit where an Awakened Being is involved, its weight on his shoulders and the deep smell of metal always makes him feel just a little more protected. ]
[ The string jiggles again, like a fish on a line. He tugs it back, twangs it, feels it vibrate. Isley typically makes his home in the ruins, doesn't he? And as open as Arthur is to their spending time together, he'd prefer it be within the city limits. He hasn't suddenly started trusting the man, after all. ]
When: Hearts Aflame event.
Where: places.
Format: action.
What: world's worst date.
Warnings: n/a.
[ The thread is white, and Arthur resents it greatly, though perhaps not quite as much as he did last year. Then, it was Senji. Now, he knows, Isley. Neither are exactly his favourite people, though he thinks a lot of that has to do with their role in Priscilla's life. ]
[ Nevertheless, it's a measure of how time has mellowed him that this time he isn't filled with unbridled fury at the thought of it. A chance to make amends with someone who was obviously going to be a fixture in Priscilla's life for some time to come? No matter how silly the circumstances, he won't throw that away. ]
[ And so it is that Arthur finds himself following the gentle tug of the string. Merlin helps him with his armor, and Arthur dons his boots and a rich, red cloak. It's an outfit for a battle or a treaty, but though Arthur knows the armour is really nothing more than a conceit where an Awakened Being is involved, its weight on his shoulders and the deep smell of metal always makes him feel just a little more protected. ]
[ The string jiggles again, like a fish on a line. He tugs it back, twangs it, feels it vibrate. Isley typically makes his home in the ruins, doesn't he? And as open as Arthur is to their spending time together, he'd prefer it be within the city limits. He hasn't suddenly started trusting the man, after all. ]