Arthur Pendragon (unites_kingdoms) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-07-30 00:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, arthur pendragon, guinevere |
Who: Arthur & Guinevere
Where: Waiting room for new arrivals to meet folks from their worlds.
What: Arthur comes to find Guinevere just after she's arrived in New York, via Tesseract!
When: Friday 26th (Backdated)
Rating: Possibly fluffy & angsty
Status: Ongoing
Remembering all too well how it had felt, surrounded by strangers, with what he later learned where weapons pointed at him, it wrenched his heart to imagine Guinevere had met the very same arrival; abrupt, quite painful and though Arthur would never admit it, it had been enough to spark a stab of fear in him. Aside from his time in New York, he had not seen her for over a month and though seeing her should mean a terrible conflict within him he silenced it by being so consumed with concern for Guinevere, that it prevented him from thinking on anything else. Anything that might cause him to hesitate in going to her. He knew very well she was strong and capable, and perhaps it would be just as much a comfort to him to see her. Not that he was telling himself that either. He didn't want her to have to find her way alone from the area which they all reportedly arrived in, to the building most of them now lived in, it wasn't so much distance or that he thought her unable, but the noise of the traffic, the paved streets, the sounds, sights and even smells were so unfamiliar - not to mention the protestors that stalked the outside of their building, unhappy at their presence. Arthur would most certainly return home, if he had some way to orchestrate it. As of yet, no one seemed to think it possible. He didn't really care what people thought, he wouldn't so easily be told what was until he'd truly given up. He waited and watched, taking a chair where he'd been told to. He still found it difficult not to be on edge around these people, and likely it showed. Despite wanting something familiar for her, Arthur was certain even he'd look strange, his robes of Camelot, plate and maile all sitting in the apartment he shared with Merlin, who had also been the one to aid him in how to dress in this world. The buttoned shirts, trousers made of unfamiliar fabrics - people, especially women dressed in the strangest ways here, he couldn't understand why or why it was considered appealing. There was, without a doubt a growing list of what he did not understand about this world. With a slow sigh, he peered toward the door. |