Lancelot. People want in his pants a lot. (toobloodynoble) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-06-24 19:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | elena gilbert, lancelot |
WHO: Elena Gilbert and Lancelot.
WHAT: Lancelot thinks he's dead (he's SUPPOSED to be dead) and Elena finds him in a park.
WHEN: Tonight.
WHERE: ... the park!
Status: Closed/Incomplete
RATING: PG. Ish.
Lancelot's last true sight, before facing and walking into the bright light of the Veil, was Merlin's face. It pained him to hurt his good friend so. Merlin had been through so much and Lancelot felt that Merlin would hold himself responsible - over the fact that he had taken Merlin's place in death. Nevertheless, he knew that it needed to be done. Camelot and Arthur may not have known it yet but they needed Merlin. Merlin's destiny wasn't meant to end that night; Lancelot was as sure of that as he was sure that he would do anything to protect his loved ones and that he would always love Guinevere.
Because of that surety he had walked into the Veil at peace with himself. He had protected his king, his best friend, and honored the wish of the woman he loved. His sacrifice - an action Lancelot didn't see much as a burden even though it had been a decision not made lightly - ensured the continued future of Camelot in the best of hands. He'd fulfilled his oath to the best of his ability, the only way he knew how. With his own life. He'd made peace with death.
That was why when Lancelot showed up, in area with tall strange lights and odd, wide, looking chairs, alive and well ... one could say that the look on his face was one of surprise. Deeply wary would not be a wrong description. He had heard tales of the afterlife but this was nothing like any of his imaginings. It would appear that Gwaine was far off ... The thought brought the slightest of smiles, even as Lancelot carefully looked around, his hand not far from his sword.
He moved forward, cautiously, keeping his senses aware of his surroundings as he tried to make out where he was. This certainly did not look like the darkness he had peaked from the vale. This certainly didn't seem to have any of the Dorocha but he moved, forward hoping to find something to make a torch. The tall lights were impressive but he wasn't certain if they would do.
Something niggled at Lancelot's mind. He wondered if something had gone wrong - he was quite certain that the Veil had closed behind him. Perhaps it had landed him somewhere else for ... he couldn't imagine why. He was quite certain that he was meant to end up in the Spirit world. Perhaps this was it and it - He didn't know but he meant to find out.