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Thomas, Son of Arthur ([info]camelotson) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2011-11-04 18:52:00

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Entry tags:melora hawke, thomas pendragon

WHO: Melora & Thomas
WHY: Having it out
WHERE: Buckingham Palace
WHEN: Friday Night
WARNINGS: Most Likely Swears


Thomas wasn't angry.

He really wasn't lying about that; it was a hurt but a hurt he had to bear under, since it was out of his control. You couldn't make someone be your friend any more than you could make someone love you. Gaius had understood that Thomas didn't return his affection the same way, and while it hurt, they could remain friends and heal from this.

Thomas didn't honestly know if he and Melora could do the same. Going back to how it was just seemed impossible.

The guards had finally coaxed the moose out of his bedroom, laughing that the Queen would get another pet for the Tower Menagerie. Thomas didn't care as long as it stayed the hell out of his room. He sat in the antechamber to his apartment and waited. Frowning.



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[info]smallbutdeadly
2011-11-05 02:03 am UTC (link)
Melora could sneak past the guards even when they weren't distracted by a moose. This was like taking candy from a baby. "Hey," she said, walking in. She looked unsure--a very uncharacteristic expression for her. She leaned against the doorjamb, shifting uncomfortably.

"Sorry about the moose. I really didn't mean for it to show up in your bedroom. Hopefully it didn't make too much of a mess."

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