otherwordly.

[mllememe]

THE OTHERWORDLY MEME
Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.


How to play -

1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)
2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body. (It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.)
3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.

Comments

50 years later with starbucks

[brythonic]

[The softness of being at court (not just near court, not just lapping at the edges where his father's bastards had been allowed to exist, not just stuck under his half-brother's arm in the familiar sensation of a tumble of men at arms--but properly in the fine places and close quarters, with delicate bedsheets and uselessly fine clothing to sit uncomfortably across his shoulders) does nothing to pull Arthur's mind from the battle.

The people want him here. That makes it worth the discomfort, but it doesn't fully ease the discomfort from his chest.

He wakes before the sun the way he always has. When the world is still quiet, he pulls on his armor (old but well-made, ugly but brutally functional) and slips out into the hills and woods he knows--to feel even just a brief piece of himself again. A man needs that, now and again, if he's meant to stand as Pendragon over an unfracturing land.

Running into the lady Margaery isn't a terrible disruption from that sensation, he's rather pleased to find. He still feels very much himself as he ducks to fetch up her hoop, rough fingers moving as delicately as they know how around the edges.]

There aren't many. A symptom of proper peace, I'm told.

slipping u an extra shot for the week ahead too!!<3

[versigny]

[ she's not used to seeing kings in armor. or rather - practical, well-worn armor. indeed, if Margaery had not been introduced to Arthur properly beforehand, she would have initially mistaken him for a knight, perhaps from a lesser known family.

and yet. there's something rather kingly about the quiet confidence with which he moves, and the absence of all the usual gloating she's come to expect from knights. even her own brother, as dedicated to the art of fighting as he had been, had more than once demonstrated the natural arrogance most seemed to carry. ]

And yet, here you stand in full armor.

[ her hands reach out to accept the hoop from him, a soft murmur of gratitude ready on her lips and her smile as bashful as it is sweetly teasing. ]

Should I be worried for my own safety, Your Majesty?