Nathan Tarn (nathanofthelake) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-08-23 16:39:00 |
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Current location: | ??? |
Current mood: | dreaming |
Current music: | e e cummings ~ i carry your heart with me |
Entry tags: | enfys walters, nathan tarn |
What Dreams May Come (Closed RP)
To say that Nathan hadn't been sleeping much might be a bit generous. He seemed to be attempting to achieve the Olympic medal in shortest naps possible to keep one from going insane. Quick twenty minute things grabbed under his work bench or in the back room, slightly longer stretches when Jim finally forced him into a bed, but never long enough to really relax. How could he possibly relax?
Merlin was here. Lance had arrived. The chairs were nearly done, the table stood as some silent reminder of what was to be, and Nathan was, quite frankly, in over his head. This was not how he'd meant it, somehow. Though Nathan couldn't put his finger on what was different than he'd imagined - He was here, Merlin was here, and that changed everything, that rendered a powerful force into a soppy, lovesick teenager, it tore down everything the Lady had worked for and made it insignificant simply because He did not approve - all he knew was he was driven to work more, harder, as if Nimue had no regard for what limits his body might have.
But even he, even she, had to reach the end sometime. And so Nathan did, all but collapsing onto his cot in the back of his shop, thinking it would just be for a moment. A quick breather, his tools still clenched in his hand, body jerking from tiny, spastic tremors of exhaustion.
And when he slept, he dreamed.
She was by her pool. Her favorite spot; though she was 'of the Lake', that did not mean she could not stray. The pool was in the middle of the forest, hidden away, a secret little enclave of low hung trees and starlight dappling the water. She sat on a rock by the edge, staring into the mirror that was the surface, brushing her long, dark hair and singing lowly.
It was for no one, this song, because there was no one to hear it. Nimue had crept away, away from watching kings and knights and wizards, to sit by her pool alone. Whether by design or some happy accident, no one happened by here. No one would disturb her, because no one sought out the Lady.