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[26 Jan 2005|02:31pm]

artoriuscastus
[ mood | distressed ]

Arthur pushed open the door to his quarters, and leaned against the door tiredly. He smiled slightly, seeing Lancelot asleep in his bed, happy that the man was actually resting himself. He had been afraid that if he asked the knight to remain in his rooms, that Lancelot would wait up for him, and get worse.

He walked slowly to his desk, where the oil lamp was still burning, and removed his armor and boots, standing at last in dusty, sweaty tunic and trousers.

He contemplated changing clothes, then thought the hell with it and made his way to the bed.

He flopped down beside the other man as gently as he could, and sighed, stretching his sore back and legs.

Turning to look at Lancelot, his eyes traced the other man's chest, covered in healing bruises and cuts. His hand rose of its own accord, and touched one lightly.

His frustration and anger and the blase-ness of the other captains rose again, and his hand formed a fist before moving to run softly up Lancelot's arm, finally feeling his pulse, then his skin, which was only a tiny bit warm. He seemed better, but the bags under his eyes belied what Arthur was seeing.

98//{ave}

[26 Jan 2005|02:29pm]

artoriuscastus
Backstory on Arthur's post patrol meeting with the captains.


Backstory
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Tavern [17 Jan 2005|08:38pm]

songs_of_war
[ mood | apathetic ]

Lancelot finally slumped into a chair at the bar, waving a barmaid over and taking a mug of ale, sipping slowly so as not to aggravate his stomach.

It had been a while since Arthur'd left with the others - and however big and bright they tried to keep Arthur's room, it was still too confining, too oppressive - too dark. There was nothing like sunlight - and so, Lancelot had managed (against the doctor's orders, mind you) to make his way to the tavern.

Bright, loud and lots of company.

After the chilling dreams and silence, he was rather grateful for anything - even the barmaids' mindless chatter.

41//{ave}

....and a new mission begins [20 Dec 2004|11:43pm]

artoriuscastus
[ mood | drained ]

Arthur strode from the knights quarters area, breathing heavily, and not very happy.

He practically ran to the stables, some of his anger wearing off in his hurry.

He will be fine...don't worry about it. Lancelot isn't stupid...but he's willful. Damn it. He'd better take care of himself - or there will be a problem.

"Arthur," Dagonet called from the paddock. His mount and Arthur's were ready, saddled, and set up with supplies. Thank God for Dagonet, Arthur mused, otherwise a lot of things 'round the Garrison would never get done.

"Dagonet," Arthur answered, waving his hand. "Are we set?"

"I believe so," the knight answered, "but Gawain should be here soon. Everything is ready; Jols was up early this morning."

Arthur nodded, pleased. Jols was a gem of a squire. He would be sorely missed if anything ever happened to him.

"I have the maps of the area, and all the information Lancelot could give me," Arthur told Dagonet, trying to keep his voice even at the mention of the things that had happened to Lancelot.

"This is reconaissance only, Dagonet. Do not move against anyone without my say so."

The bald knight nodded, and lead his horse to the yard, Arthur following suit.

They checked over their supplies, Dagonet quiet as always, Arthur trying not to think of Lancelot, alone, and impatient.

18//{ave}

Reconaissance [19 Dec 2004|12:24am]

artoriuscastus
[ mood | anxious ]

Morning came quickly, and the sun was barely over the horizon when Arthur jerked awake from a nightmare, scrubbing a hand over his face tiredly.

He mumbled something about 'damn sun' muzzily and stumbled out of the bed, drawing on his discarded trousers and plopping himself in the chair at his desk.

The bags under his eyes were larger than usual, and he felt like he had been run over by a particularly nasty, unruly pack mule.

"ugh," he mumbled, and bent over at the waist, stretching his back.

He knew he should be up and about all ready, but with a glance at the bed, he found he was really dreading leaving the occupant of said furniture.

It's just reconaissance...you've done this a million times before. He'll be all right. Especially if he stays in your room.

He stood, retrieving the scattered maps and his plans journal that had fallen to the floor the previous day. He scowled at the thing, hating its bloody contents, but understanding the necessity of it.

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Backstory [13 Dec 2004|10:18pm]

songs_of_war
[ mood | distressed ]

Backstory - Lancelot has a nightmare - or a visitor: He'd only been resting for a while when he was startled awake by something - he wasn't quite sure what - but he knew it was something.

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Backstory [12 Dec 2004|08:20pm]

artoriuscastus
Arthur gets some bad news, and takes care of some personal business.

Link: http://www.livejournal.com/users/artoriuscastus/1883.html
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Garrison [10 Dec 2004|10:16am]

artoriuscastus
Arthur walked himself and Lancelot out of the tavern and into the daylight of the garrison proper.

People were scurrying about, and many of them rushed to him to ask questions or report information. He took each one seriously, but after about the fifth person he had to waive them off, saying, "I need to get my comrade here to bed. I will speak with you all before the day is up - you have my word."

He could feel that the other man was leaning on him more than he would have liked, and cocked an eyebrow, looking at Lancelot's side, which his hand kept hovering around.

"I can throw you over my shoulder if you'd like," he joked, then straightened his face again. "You need to be in bed. I'm sorry - I shouldn't have made you walk."
95//{ave}

Arthur's Room [04 Dec 2004|12:48pm]

songs_of_war
[ mood | sleepy ]

He shifted a bit, slowly coming back to consciousness - not hurried, not rushed and sudden like it had been recently when he'd jolted awake from nightmares - but his senses slowly waking up around him.

He was in Arthur's bed - he knew that much - since Arthur's scent still lingered on the sheets. But Arthur himself wasn't there.

Pushing down a threatening panic he slowly opened his eyes and turned to find Arthur busy writing at his desk, hands clenching and unclenching periodically, firelight playing on his features.

Lancelot settled down and was content to just watch.

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Breakfast. [01 Dec 2004|08:07am]

steadfast_one
[ mood | hungry ]

Once Arthur had left them, Gawain decided that breakfast would be an excellent idea. He had not had anything to eat for longer than he could remember, and he didn't mind betting that neither had Galahad. The bath-house could wait; for now he planned to go to the tavern and see if Vanora could give them some food.

21//{ave}

Preparation [30 Nov 2004|09:11am]

artoriuscastus
Arthur strode from the great hall, his papers and journal under his arm.

He was glad to have spoke to the others- getting more than one account was helpful- especially when the one account he had heard was overwhelmed by his guilt and sorrow that he hadn't been there, like he should have been.

No more scouting missions, Lancelot. You will be at my side, where you belong. My trusted second...and where I can back you up.

He took his papers back to his rooms, and removed his practice armor, subsituting a leather long vest over his tunic for it. He kept Excalibur at his side - it would feel too strange without it's customary weight there.

He was dreading finding Lancelot - in a way that he knew he would want to coddle the other man, who most definitely would not like that behavior - but he knew also he wouldn't be able to stay away for long. He didn't trust too many others to take care of him, and he also knew that Lancelot would cajole and wheedle his way into getting what he wanted.

Thus he wasn't overly shocked to not find the knight in his rooms.

"Blast," he muttered, and thought. Tavern? He would probably want to be somewhere around others.

Walking there, he kept his mood calm when, after sticking his head in the door, he didn't find the aforementioned knight.

"Where would he be?" he said outloud, and made his way to the large outdoor area, toward the practice arena and the stables.
72//{ave}

Backstory [30 Nov 2004|09:57pm]

songs_of_war
[ mood | exhausted ]

Backstory - After leaving the Round Table room, Lancelot loathes to return to his quarters and chooses instead to go outside: He sighed and looked down the corridor leading back to his quarters. It was dark and uninviting - and the memories that had been brought up so recently were too close to the surface to risk going back down there. And being alone.

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[23 Nov 2004|11:12am]

songs_of_war
Private - Arthur leaves and Lancelot contemplates: As Arthur leaves and I'm left alone again, unwanted memories start invading my mind. Anything is better than these memories - and I attempt to stear my mind away.
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Another morning... [22 Nov 2004|09:25pm]

steadfast_one
[ mood | content ]

Gawain drowsed for a while, warm and content with Galahad draped about him. Once the sun had climbed high enough to begin to brighten the room, however, he had to acknowledge that it was more than time to get up. He had not reported in yesterday, and doubtless Arthur would want to hear his account of their ill-fated sortie.

Gently, he shook Galahad's shoulder.

"Galahad? Time to wake up."

20//{ave}

Calling all knights [21 Nov 2004|08:25pm]

artoriuscastus
Arthur spread out his journal, reading over the previous entries.

Battle plans, tactics, events that had occured. He hadn't had the heart to log the things that had happened to Lancelot.

But now was the time, and so he dutifully recorded everything that had occured, in as much detail as he could....since he hadn't been there.

Of course.

He also logged the details of what the Woad prisoner had told him, about the small attacks, which had grown larger as time went on. He also added the fact that the Woads believed the local sect of Druids to be the ones responsible.

He pulled out the map of the local villages, crude as it was, and began marking it, where things had happened, and where he and Ian had found Lancelot.

Cut, bleeding, and defiled.

He shook his head to bring his thoughts back to the present.

He knew he was going to have to return there, and speak with the villagers himself.

He continued to plan, waiting for the others to make their appearances.
83//{ave}

Arthur: Baths and Morning plans [21 Nov 2004|08:06pm]

artoriuscastus
Private

Arthur prepares to meet his other knights and readies for the morning.
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Private: Arthur Dreams [18 Nov 2004|10:46pm]

artoriuscastus
private

Arthur dreams...and wakes.
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[16 Nov 2004|12:22am]

hadrians_whore
[ mood | contemplative ]

Private: Vanora wakes with her child and thinks on the affairs of late...

They are warriors, the lot of them, and she knows them by the marks they bare

 

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[15 Nov 2004|11:19pm]

steadfast_one
[ mood | contemplative ]

Private: Gawain awakens early...

Galahad's steady breathing calms my thoughts this morning, and I find that yesterday's worry has disappeared with the night...

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Sick Ward [10 Nov 2004|09:59pm]

songs_of_war
[ mood | distressed ]

Lancelot kept his eyes closed, lost in his memories - hands: cold hands, rough hands, unyeilding, uncaring; and pain: so much pain he could barely keep from begging - silent tears still leaving slowly from under his eyelids. Lost in shadows - he couldn't seem to find any light. He'd given up trying to keep them away. Futile - he hadn't been able to - so he'd just let them wash over him. And he lay still.

98//{ave}

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