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exsiliumlogs2012-11-10 10:24 pm
dulac) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-11-10 10:24 pm
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Date & Time: November 10th, evening.
Location: Library
Characters: Lancelot & you!
Summary: When a knight gets distressed about having no one to protect, he ... reads poetry?
Warnings/Rating: None? PG to start I guess ...
Lancelot had to admit that being in Exsilium was a bit less exciting than his everyday life. Sure, there were a lot of people and things here to learn about, but at home, he had been fighting for his life -- or manipulating people for Guinevere's life -- pretty much every single day. Downtime was rare, and even when he had it, he mostly had Guinevere to attend to, Guinevere to talk to, Guinevere to keep him company.
Here, he had no one. No one except the library he had discovered a few weeks ago. If you were to frequent the library, in fact, you might suspect that he even lives there. Today is no different, Lancelot is tucked in a corner by a bookshelf, perusing what seems to be a flowery poetry book that looks a bit out of place in his hands, all things considered.
Location: Library
Characters: Lancelot & you!
Summary: When a knight gets distressed about having no one to protect, he ... reads poetry?
Warnings/Rating: None? PG to start I guess ...
Lancelot had to admit that being in Exsilium was a bit less exciting than his everyday life. Sure, there were a lot of people and things here to learn about, but at home, he had been fighting for his life -- or manipulating people for Guinevere's life -- pretty much every single day. Downtime was rare, and even when he had it, he mostly had Guinevere to attend to, Guinevere to talk to, Guinevere to keep him company.
Here, he had no one. No one except the library he had discovered a few weeks ago. If you were to frequent the library, in fact, you might suspect that he even lives there. Today is no different, Lancelot is tucked in a corner by a bookshelf, perusing what seems to be a flowery poetry book that looks a bit out of place in his hands, all things considered.