Elizabeth Tudor [ ᴏғ ᴇɴɢʟᴀɴᴅ, ɪʀᴇʟᴀɴᴅ & ғʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ] (sempiterno) wrote in mandaluslogs, @ 2013-09-29 10:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, khan noonien singh, → elizabeth tudor, → gabriel, → mary margaret blancahrd | snow white, → selina kyle |
❝ keep the streets empty ❞
Who: Elizabeth Tudor & You
Where: varied places in Mandalus.
When: First Week of the Cult
Warnings: Tudors... yeah, just that for the time being.
[ Captivity suited Elizabeth little, she was not Queen because she was anything less than the arrogance of her forefathers. She'd spent so much of her early years locked in rooms, waiting to die.
And after all, they'd already killed her the way she most feared, what else could they do to her?
It'd taken her time, to find a horse again. But the army barracks, even if she wasn't in charge of them any longer, were happy enough to give her one so it seemed. Which one the horse was saddled and readied, she went about learning the streets of Mandalus again. Hazy as they were in her memory, and so obvious as she was in her white riding dress. Hatfield hadn't returned to her yet, and as much as Gabriel did his best to amuse her, as always she craved time utterly alone with her own thoughts, and there was too much to think on. This place through in sharp detail how much she had changed, how time had ruined her in so many ways.
Though, if she kept on that thought too long, she might hear her own bones creak with the misery of being old. That thought was enough to draw dry laughter from her, private as the thought was.
It was, for awhile, pleasant to create a fiction that this place was not as cruel as it truly was. That the cult did not have control, and this could of been home, but for a few details that could never be fixed. But she was used to seeing people as warn as she was with too much misery in her eyes. ]