Arthur (onceandpresent) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-12-27 22:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | alessio lejeune, arthur, enfys walters, ivy statton, meghan fay |
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Arthur is not the one who dreams.
Not usually at least.
Of all the people in Britannia, of all the people looking for who they were, and what they'd felt, and what they'd done... he knew all those things. The past was the only thing he felt like he had a firm grip on, these days.
Arthur knew who he was. He'd been the King of all Britain. He'd been the son of Uther, who'd united a kingdom, then failed to keep it from cracking along its faultlines. He was a man who'd loved and fought and hated and tried to rule well. He was a man who sentenced the woman he loved to burn at the stake, who'd not know what to do with the only child he ever had, who'd never seen the mind of the man he'd thought was his closest friend.
He knew that.
But tonight? It was near midnight, in the middle of winter. He was a nameless, countryless gardener with no legitimate past, who was standing in the middle of the park, staring at the cool, crisp stars. He didn't know what he needed, or what was needed of him. Even if it was nothing... knowing it would be a relief. Anything. Any action. He didn't want to be told. He wanted to know.
Instead, he was here. Frozen.