"We must call them back, of course," said Jason Blood.
Jason!!! Eeeeeeeee! :D
Lancelot was on his way back to Camelot.
And this was where I went: hjsvnklhviuerabnkclvdnwaiurgbvnwancmnkwiawhfnciuwahgncoiswaigbnckowioargfncjiwawhrgnckdowaehrgncdwatyjdnacniwgfhvn fne!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *squee*
Sometimes Lancelot wondered what good thing he had done in his life to be a part of creating such a soul.
*huggles him*
his son had every gift and grace known to man, except one, which was the ability to carry a tune.
*dies laughing* That is so brilliant. :D
Glancing to his left, Lancelot shared a slight smile with Percival.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! And it's Timmy!! Timmy!!!!!!!!!!! :D
Percival had been raised far from the world of chivalry by his mother, but when he had seen Lancelot and Galahad ride by their cottage one day he had insisted on following them to Camelot and becoming a knight himself, and no truer friend or squire could Lancelot imagine.
That is so so perfect. Wow... I'm so amazed at how well you made everyone fit! Eeeeee! :D
So why did he feel that this was the first time he had ever been here?
*pets him*
The door swung open to reveal Guenevere, firelight gilding her white gown, her scarlet cloack trimmed with ermine and her dark hair down around her shoulders. She was studying a map on the table, making little notes with a quill pen. There were ink blotches on her fingers, and one on her lower lip where she'd nibbled the pen.
Eeee, Diana!! :D I so love the image of her like that, with the ink blotches on her fingers and mouth!
I helped design this very castle, I know every rampart and turret like my own hands.
Eeee, Diana designing the castles! That's so perfect. (You'll find I'll say that a lot in this comment of fangirly squees! :D)
Lancelot stretched and allowed himself the luxury of wincing in front of his old friend. "With the Saxons defeated, may we see peace for the rest of our lives."
*pets him*
"Gawain nearly got himself killed scrambling around on the roof,"
Hal!!!!! :D
Clark winced and laughed together. "Don't." His hand tightened on Bruce's arm. "Your friend, always."
*glomps them*
Diana cast a rather wry glance at Bruce. "Oh, I rather doubt that."
Hee!!! *hearts Diana*
Dick is Galahad," he said, feeling a sudden warmth at realizing that in this world, Dick was truly his son.
*pets him*
"And I wonder if anyone knows that Gareth is a girl? Arthur didn't realize it, but Clark knows a certain redheaded lady who would have refused to play the court miss..."
"Barbara?" At Clark's nod, Bruce found himself smiling. "Good for her."
BABS!!!!!!!!!!! OMG, that's is so brilliant. Eeeeee! *flails*
Diana was staring into the fire. "Merlin," she whispered. "I was talking with Merlin the magician today. He can take on different forms, and it's said he can read minds."
J'onn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, wow... how did you make everyone fit in so well???
"Of course." Clark felt very tired, and not very royal at all. "He's alive here too. They all are, they're all out there somewhere. All the ones we've lost," He scrubbed at his face with his hands. "All the ones we've failed."
*huggles Clark*
"--I remember the day Lancelot swore fealty to you," Bruce went on as if Clark hadn't spoken. "I remember how he--how I--felt when I looked at you. When I knelt to you and vowed my service and my life to you." He was still holding Clark's foot in his hands, his thumbs tracing patterns across the arch.
"What...what did you feel?" Clark seemed unable to keep from asking.
Bruce looked up at him, dark eyes burning with a fervor that was entirely unlike Bruce. And yet, somehow... "I felt hope," Bruce said.
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Part 1
Date: 2009-01-17 07:31 pm (UTC)hfjinakcdhaingkvdnvaiorngklvdnsvjesnrv!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*flails*
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*hearts the story*
*flails again*
"We must call them back, of course," said Jason Blood.
Jason!!! Eeeeeeeee! :D
Lancelot was on his way back to Camelot.
And this was where I went: hjsvnklhviuerabnkclvdnwaiurgbvnwancmnkwiawhfnciuwahgncoiswaigbnckowioargfncjiwawhrgnckdowaehrgncdwatyjdnacniwgfhvn fne!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *squee*
Sometimes Lancelot wondered what good thing he had done in his life to be a part of creating such a soul.
*huggles him*
his son had every gift and grace known to man, except one, which was the ability to carry a tune.
*dies laughing* That is so brilliant. :D
Glancing to his left, Lancelot shared a slight smile with Percival.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! And it's Timmy!! Timmy!!!!!!!!!!! :D
Percival had been raised far from the world of chivalry by his mother, but when he had seen Lancelot and Galahad ride by their cottage one day he had insisted on following them to Camelot and becoming a knight himself, and no truer friend or squire could Lancelot imagine.
That is so so perfect. Wow... I'm so amazed at how well you made everyone fit! Eeeeee! :D
So why did he feel that this was the first time he had ever been here?
*pets him*
The door swung open to reveal Guenevere, firelight gilding her white gown, her scarlet cloack trimmed with ermine and her dark hair down around her shoulders. She was studying a map on the table, making little notes with a quill pen. There were ink blotches on her fingers, and one on her lower lip where she'd nibbled the pen.
Eeee, Diana!! :D I so love the image of her like that, with the ink blotches on her fingers and mouth!
I helped design this very castle, I know every rampart and turret like my own hands.
Eeee, Diana designing the castles! That's so perfect. (You'll find I'll say that a lot in this comment of fangirly squees! :D)
Lancelot stretched and allowed himself the luxury of wincing in front of his old friend. "With the Saxons defeated, may we see peace for the rest of our lives."
*pets him*
"Gawain nearly got himself killed scrambling around on the roof,"
Hal!!!!! :D
Clark winced and laughed together. "Don't." His hand tightened on Bruce's arm. "Your friend, always."
*glomps them*
Diana cast a rather wry glance at Bruce. "Oh, I rather doubt that."
Hee!!! *hearts Diana*
Dick is Galahad," he said, feeling a sudden warmth at realizing that in this world, Dick was truly his son.
*pets him*
"And I wonder if anyone knows that Gareth is a girl? Arthur didn't realize it, but Clark knows a certain redheaded lady who would have refused to play the court miss..."
"Barbara?" At Clark's nod, Bruce found himself smiling. "Good for her."
BABS!!!!!!!!!!! OMG, that's is so brilliant. Eeeeee! *flails*
Diana was staring into the fire. "Merlin," she whispered. "I was talking with Merlin the magician today. He can take on different forms, and it's said he can read minds."
J'onn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, wow... how did you make everyone fit in so well???
"Of course." Clark felt very tired, and not very royal at all. "He's alive here too. They all are, they're all out there somewhere. All the ones we've lost," He scrubbed at his face with his hands. "All the ones we've failed."
*huggles Clark*
"--I remember the day Lancelot swore fealty to you," Bruce went on as if Clark hadn't spoken. "I remember how he--how I--felt when I looked at you. When I knelt to you and vowed my service and my life to you." He was still holding Clark's foot in his hands, his thumbs tracing patterns across the arch.
"What...what did you feel?" Clark seemed unable to keep from asking.
Bruce looked up at him, dark eyes burning with a fervor that was entirely unlike Bruce. And yet, somehow... "I felt hope," Bruce said.
*hearts Bruce* Oh, I loved that bit so much. :D