[Semi-closed] Reunion

[thetudorqueen]

Summary: Elizabeth finds a familiar face.

Characters: Elizabeth, Arthur

Status Note: This log is primarily to give Elizabeth and Arthur a chance to re-meet and discuss things, without slowing down or taking away from other threads. I tagged it as closed, however, if anyone has a good idea or reason to have them be interrupted, let us know! Hence the

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fgjfdjld sorry I passed out

[capt_eyebrows]

The sound of someone calling his name shook Arthur from his reverie. He hadn't been called that in a long time---for years, it was "Mr. Kirkland", for his few subordinates, or just "Arthur" for those who knew him. Decades ago, some of his more conservative politicians might've called him "Sir Kirkland", but that was a different thing, a different tone. A different voice.

He would never forget that voice.

The next few moments felt like slow motion as he turned to face her. It wasn't possible. It shouldn't be possible. If there was one true thing in this world, it was that time does not run backwards. But at the same time, he would know that voice, that face, anywhere.

"....Elizabeth? Milady?"

It's fine! I passed out myself and then overslept x_X And woops htm fail orz

[thetudorqueen]

"Sir Arthur, it is you!" She glanced about cautiously to make sure the coast was clear, before throwing caution to the wind and darting towards him. She was still clad in a nightgown and slippers, though by modern standards, she might as well have been dressed for a formal occasion. Considering the circumstances, she was tempted to throw her arms around him, it wasn't as if there was anyone here to start a scandal about it. But she held herself back, simply grasping his arm for a moment, as if to check and see if he were indeed solid

[capt_eyebrows]

He found it difficult to fight the desire---almost an instinct---to pull her into an embrace. It seemed almost forever since the last time he saw her : four centuries, almost a quarter of his life. She was old, sick, and dying. And here she was again. It seemed almost like a dream. If it was a dream, he'd have some harsh words to say to the faeries when he wakes up. You just don't make someone dream of things like this. You just don't.

But to her, he only smiled. Disappear? That should've been his line. "As far as I know, milady, I am as tangible as I ever was. I don't think the economy is going to ruin me quite so quickly, at least." He looked up and followed her gaze. Yes, what is this place exactly? "Although I must confess that I don't quite know where we are, either. The castle itself is similar to enchanted ones back in the day, I suppose, but I am uncertain about...the rest of it."

He turned back to look at her after that. "More importantly...how did you get here? It's...been a very long time since I saw you last."

[thetudorqueen]

She takes his hands into hers and squeezes them tightly, getting a better look into his face. Arthur had been a friend to her, even at the worst of times, some how sensing that she would some day be very important to his country. But he had always remained ageless, forever seeming like a young man not much older than a teen. Some had boasted the same of her, to which she could only shake her head and think of Arthur. Now, however, he did seem older, in fact, probably not too far from her own current age. It was certainly peculiar.

"I can tell it must have been quite some time...you look different. It seems as if you have traded some of your boyishness in favor of manhood." She smiled a bit, reaching up to stroke his cheek lightly. But soon she remembered herself and pulled away, blushing a tiny bit, deciding it best to stick to the topic at hand.

"I was sleeping one moment, and then I found myself here. I had been trying to wake myself up to no avail." She glanced down to her scratched hand.