such knight, much grail. (percival) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-11-14 02:28:00 |
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Galahad tossed a few more furtive glances at his phone while he continued pouring over the newspapers he had spread out in the living room. It was silent. His mind kept going back to the conversation and Galahad hated that. He hated doubt (and he was not so very well acquainted with it.) The pen he was flicking slipped from his fingers and clattered on the floor, rolling under the couch. |