Angel Grove Net

I have been busy at thinking since that bit not so long ago when it was that our dreams had trapped us all. More that the one which carried horrors, mine carried memory of those I have loved, and yes, have left behind me, but of choices, awful ones which I had thought me bound to make for the lack of other option when I had let myself stay blind out of conviction in a love that cannot have been, in Camelot, and a stupidly sense of a refusal to throw out what I would never have and craved. I remain loyal to that fixation, and the want when I know it is not healthy and can do no good for anyone.

I think that maybe it might have become the time to let some things begin to change or try to change them in my way. It seems like time to let them go and to see what it is this world has to offer me beyond the thought of lovers and loves past, and horses and long flights alone. I do need people, companions like but different from those lost, and romantic ones perhaps who can see myself and not the knight, or prince, or faerie charms.

Is anyone willing to teach me or to show me in those ways it might be done? I could so badly use at least a friend.

They are gone. Mes ailes...my wings. Removed, simply like that. Smooth scars, someone who knew what he is doing has done it obviously. A surgeon perhaps, or spell, although I hardly can consider why it is, why it must happen. I do not...I cannot do...

I have not been so ever unsteady.

This Holiday is fun

[ooc: His voice sounds a little more inhuman then normal, and there may be...crunching of some sort in the background.]

It's Hallow's End season even here, it seems.

Does it have a purpose here? Or is it all for show?

I got bored at work.

( and found a very tolerant victim )

There are a few questions I've had about some matters which get into my mind and will not be gotten back out of it, no matter how I try to drive them out and I suppose it only stands that I may ask all of you your thoughts when it comes to some of it. At least I shall ask the gentlemen among you these questions, as for ladies it would only stand to be assuming that things are different in your cases, in matters of...well. Satisfaction and the ways one may gain it when his partners are not in this world. It would ALSO be improper.

( In which Lancelot asks about sex, semi nsfw )

In other news, my employment has gone decent. When they realised that I can plait along with grooming beasties, I've been offered jobs getting them ready for shows and parades and other things, and think that I may make a job out of it if enough people have the want to hire me. Would you like to see some of what it is I've done?

( pics )

What is the meaning of this? Take me back to Asgard immediately. Steve? Are you here?

My Goddess powers have continued to wane since my arrival here. I am growing weaker by the day. I am beginning to find it difficult to walk, and if I do not find a way to restore my powers and my status I will soon be unable to even stand.

I must find a way to inspire people's believe in me and my fellow Gods & Goddesses, before it is too late.

...Beltane and here I am with no one to take to the fires. It is the month of the Goddess's, and I am far away from the Lake and from the fields at Camelot and from the ones I love.

Perhaps that may be some sort of a saving grace. I don't dare to talk about it here by giving detail, but I was due to spend the evening with two of those people I love and we, between the three of us, may have done something to damage Camelot completely if the truth should ever come out when the future came to be.

My dear brother in arms and lover in heart cannot...Well. And his beautiful lady who I am fond of, who I love nearly as much as I love him does wish for a child, and they do need an heir. Still,an evening like the one we'd planned, much as I would have enjoyed it, could very well have ruined...well, it might have ruined everything.

Still, I miss them, today of all days. And the dear friends who might have helped me out otherwise. And Gawaine. My shield brother if there ever was a shield brother. Gawaine who does not even to observe the Goddess's sabbats but who is the very essence and breath and heart of summer itself, and who is touched by her, for all that he's rejected the old ways for Rome's, but who would at least have listened, and have walked me to the fires, or maybe if I had looked at him pathetically enough, have stayed to dance a little, before the clothing started vanishing.

Instead of that, instead of even a squire to share summer wine with to celebrate the turning of the season, I am here, alone, instead. I do not know what it is to be alone in something like this yet, but I cannot say it is something I can ever come to like at all.

...keeping all of that sadness at bay, will anyone like to come to a fire tonight, at least?

I'm ask out of curiosity that compels, a great deal. Does anyone else here playing with swords? Or with jousting? Would you like joining me for a bit of a bout? I have grown a little out of practice and could very much use the exercise. Or, perhaps, instead if you do neither of those, you might indulge me with a flight? I have not used my wings in days now.

I beg everyone's excusing me but what is this all about? I seem to have disappeared to here from Camelot? There is no Arthur here or Jenny or Gawaine and instead a lot of things impossible to understand? I would say they were like Avalon, but even there is not so strange a place as this one.

Could I maybe please have some assistance do you think?