such knight, much grail. (percival) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-05-31 05:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | elaine of corbenic, galahad, helen, percival |
eight. ♘
[Words couldn't begin to describe the emotions that swelled in Percival upon waking up in a strange bed in a strange room that wasn't the arena. He was alive. He was alive. Suddenly nothing seemed more important to him than feeling for his wounds, establishing just how alive he really was.
Alive and well. Stitched up, it seemed, but he could breathe, he could move.
And then the memories of the arena dawned on him. Fighting Galahad. Kissing and being kissed by Galahad. Being stabbed. Too much, way too much. He needed to speak with him. Now.]
[ txt to galahad ]
where are you?
[ filter; public ]
i don't even know what to say.