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I am the son of the... Late. Sir Gwaine of Camelot. I'm not heir to much but a name, but it is a name I am proud of nonetheless.
Independent Merlin OC RP blog
Logging off to study!
Seems his royal highness is having more complications of the heart, and I’m still here barely enjoying my father’s wine.
Eoin’s being a bit of an arse right now.
He didn’t want to attend the funeral.
Engres still went of course. Clad in all black and clutching a bouquet of wildflowers- Gwaine never liked the ones grown in the gardens of sellers. He thought them to be unnatural, caged in some fertilized soil and ceramic pots. He preferred the weeds and wildflowers that grew near the cliffs. ‘I have a special connection with them,’ The knight said once when Engres was younger. Years before Camelot. Months after their exile.
The scholar stepped closer to the boat, staring down at the expressionless face his father had. He looked like he was sleeping, which for some reason comforted Engres. He knelt and placed the bouquet on his father’s chest, the center of his strength. The heart. Engres knew his father was an honest man. If not the most honest man, truth be told.
He stood up and stepped away from the boat, refusing to let any emotion show on his face. But inside, oh, how terrible his emotions inside were. He turned away as the knights began to push the boat off into the water.
The scholar could feel the heat of the fire nipping at his back. Taunting him, and at the same time, comforting him. ‘He’s gone,’ it giggled. ‘But he’s safe now.’ Unbeknownst to the Lotsson, a single tear fell.
“Right” she laughed then though for a moment “A tour would be nice if you’re up for it” she smiled as she moved out of the way for them to put her things away.
Engres thought for a moment. The city was rather large, and figuring out where to start a tour of sorts was difficult. But, he supposed he could just lead her to random places and vomit trivia about each place. Being who he was, he knew quite a lot. “Well then, m’lady. How about we start at the courtyard?”