No matter how the darkness looms around you - how much you've become the darkness - there's one bright spot in your life - a person who makes everything worthwhile.
It doesn't really matter how they came to you. What does is that they stay. Whether you admit it or not, you seek comfort from them...and, perhaps, them from you, if you're in the same situation.
So, whether you push them away, treat them right, or go so far as to worship them and put them on a pedestal, you don't want them to go now. You crave being with them, or at least being in their presence. Don't ruin this for yourself. After all, what would you do without your little ray of light? You'll do anything to keep them happy and loved. Anything.
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prompts
light || the pure is affecting the impure in a positive way.
dark || the impure is affecting the pure in a negative way.
purposeful || you want to corrupt something so pure.
forgive || they know what you've done and they've forgiven you.
death || something comes up from the dark past and strikes out at the one loved the most. they know it would hurt you to see them in pain - or worse.
life || the smut option. will there be hesitance in "defiling" purity?
cheer || never again did you think that there would be simple joys. picnics, birthdays, gentle holding of hands.
confessions || you have to get them into your life; they're the only good thing you can see.
teach || one party is teaching the other about more worldly pursuits, may or may not be sexual. perhaps they feel guilty for this, perhaps they don't.
end || you can't do this to them anymore. they deserve so much better than you.
[Galahad loves the sea. True, most would argue that there are precious few things in the world which Galahad does not love in the general bright openness of his heart, but the sea is particularly precious all the same. All his oldest memories are tinged with the soft rumble of distant waves and the tang of salt in the back of his throat. Alhl his most private joys are boxed in by the sun glittering pale across waves in the morning and setting the caps aflame in the evening.
Today would already have found its place among the bits and pieces held entirely for himself (perhaps selfish but always glancingly small; allowed, he's fairly certain, in the abundance of God's love). Today, after all, was ending with an afternoon of idleness which would stretch into an evening of feasting the latest news of success at the border. The sun is not so high as to be blisteringly hot. There's a fresh cool breeze wafting off the surface of the lake he's wandering beside with his companion. It isn't the sea, but in the utter contentment of the moment, the softly lapping expanse of water serves well enough to fill his heart and brighten his eyes with an easy smile.
A smile that only grows broader as idle chatter leads to a fascinating revelation/]
You've never learnt to swim? [There's no judgement in the startled laugh, but certainly a streak of eagerness.] Come, then. We'll have to teach you now.
[Mordred appreciates the sea. In moments where the tangled darkness of his hatred and the impossibility of the fate stretched before him overtake him, the sea is an outlet. No other thing in Briton or 'pon the Isle is quite so honest in its ferocity, and yet steady enough in its ebbs and flows to hypnotize a man into a deep slumber. There's none of the tumultuous crashings of waves or lightning he prefers to be had over the lake they wander beside today, but the fresh scents of recent rainfall and earthy lake weed are enough to leave him alert and rejuvenated.
It's not an alertness he needs around present company, but it will be of use to him when he retires to the castle to seat himself beside his father during the feast. With Lancelet gone questing, there's need for another to fill the role of Arthur's confidant and reliable council. That's about where his thoughts are when Galahad bounds through his plotting to bathe him in all of his usual breeziness and sunshine.
There has not ever been anything to gain or lose by working his way into this particular knight's confidence, which makes it an oddly neutral thing to allow what's happening to pass as it will. He does not mind Galahad, save for the occasional wondering at what it must be like to be so unencumbered.]
You'll have to show me first. [He smiles at Galahad, and it's a shrewd and self-possessed little cut across his face.] I'll watch, and pick up from your expertise what I can.
[One hand can be spared for a friendly clap of the other knight's shoulder before both both are needed to begin stripping. There should probably be a thought for shame or modesty as his fingers move to discard his cloak, unbuckle the weapons hanging peacefully from his person, mind all the little clasps and buckles which keep a person neat and proper, but Galahad can't quite find it in himself to worry after dour thoughts.]
Imagine the calamity, if we let the chance pass, will you?
[A moment's pause, fingers splayed over his heart in the picture of feigned horror. He only manages for a few heartbeats before another laugh bubbles free, attention returning to their task.]
Kingdoms lost for want of a man who could keep himself at the surface of the water.
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Aloïs du Pont | Rogue/Spy OC from a D&D Styled Setting | OTA
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teach but in a predictably unsexy(?) way
Today would already have found its place among the bits and pieces held entirely for himself (perhaps selfish but always glancingly small; allowed, he's fairly certain, in the abundance of God's love). Today, after all, was ending with an afternoon of idleness which would stretch into an evening of feasting the latest news of success at the border. The sun is not so high as to be blisteringly hot. There's a fresh cool breeze wafting off the surface of the lake he's wandering beside with his companion. It isn't the sea, but in the utter contentment of the moment, the softly lapping expanse of water serves well enough to fill his heart and brighten his eyes with an easy smile.
A smile that only grows broader as idle chatter leads to a fascinating revelation/]
You've never learnt to swim? [There's no judgement in the startled laugh, but certainly a streak of eagerness.] Come, then. We'll have to teach you now.
no subject
It's not an alertness he needs around present company, but it will be of use to him when he retires to the castle to seat himself beside his father during the feast. With Lancelet gone questing, there's need for another to fill the role of Arthur's confidant and reliable council. That's about where his thoughts are when Galahad bounds through his plotting to bathe him in all of his usual breeziness and sunshine.
There has not ever been anything to gain or lose by working his way into this particular knight's confidence, which makes it an oddly neutral thing to allow what's happening to pass as it will. He does not mind Galahad, save for the occasional wondering at what it must be like to be so unencumbered.]
You'll have to show me first. [He smiles at Galahad, and it's a shrewd and self-possessed little cut across his face.] I'll watch, and pick up from your expertise what I can.
no subject
[One hand can be spared for a friendly clap of the other knight's shoulder before both both are needed to begin stripping. There should probably be a thought for shame or modesty as his fingers move to discard his cloak, unbuckle the weapons hanging peacefully from his person, mind all the little clasps and buckles which keep a person neat and proper, but Galahad can't quite find it in himself to worry after dour thoughts.]
Imagine the calamity, if we let the chance pass, will you?
[A moment's pause, fingers splayed over his heart in the picture of feigned horror. He only manages for a few heartbeats before another laugh bubbles free, attention returning to their task.]
Kingdoms lost for want of a man who could keep himself at the surface of the water.
Aloïs du Pont | Rogue/Spy OC from a D&D Styled Setting | OTA
Claire Bennet || NBC's Heroes || OTA