Post by cherryblossom131 on Jun 24, 2013 19:03:13 GMT -5
Elyan followed the other knight out of the armoury trying and failing to appear nonchalant. He'd already previously gotten into a brief misunderstanding the day after he was formally made a knight. He managed to get punched really hard in the face for something that really hadn't been his fault, although he didn't want to think over the actual culprit... It hadn't been a pleasant day. Gwen's piercing look of disapproval as she helped him with his bruising eye had made it even worse. He didn't want to go through that again. Elyan hated disappointing his sister, no matter how small the matter was. After all he'd done, Elyan owed her everything and he didn't want to make her life any harder than he already had.
At Iwan's answer, Elyan let out a small sigh of relief. If they weren't going anywhere specific then it would be much easier for Elyan to avoid almost certain death. He was visibly at ease for the rest of the walk to the lower town and was actually able to listen to what Iwan had said. Surely he knew how to conduct himself in public. "Is it any different?" He asked. Was he supposed to walk around and turn his nose up to people? These people had been his friends as a child, he knew them well. He didn't want to act differently around them now just because he was a knight. They finally reached the lower town and Elyan began to notice things he hadn't before. The people were actually moving away, allowing them to pass without question. He even saw a few of them bowing like the baker's son, Tim, his old friend. A troubled look settled on Elyan's features.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Mar 17, 2013 16:24:34 GMT -5
He slipped in and out of consciousness irregularly, never fully taking in his surroundings or the people around him. He barely knew who he was let alone where he was. The only thing that registered in his head was the burning liquid that regularly burned down his throat. It was painful and it took time but after a while things started to become clearer. His name was Elyan, that he was sure of. He had a father; no, he remembered, his father died. He definitely had a sister, Gwen. Everytime he thought of her a painful rush of worry shot through his body, but he couldn't remember why.
Everything was a haze in Elyan's mind when he finally remembered how to open his eyes. Memories started to flood his mind and it took a while before he could make sense of the complicated muddle. He remembered his friends and brothers; the knights and Arthur, his brother in law. He began to remember his final days. The last thing he remembered was the dark tower and trying to find his sister. Gwen. Everything started to become clearer as he thought back; there had been an obstacle, an enchanted sword. He remembered he'd had to battle it to get to his sister, but...he hadn't succeeded. Then how was he alive? Elyan remembered the sword piercing his armour into his chest as clear as day. He remembered saying goodbye to his sister and how painful it was to leave her. If he really tried, he could even remember his last thoughts. It was about seeing his mother and father again; a happy thought.
Was he dead? When he tried to move and instantly felt an aching sensation all over his body, he knew that wasn't the case. He realised he must have made a sound when he moved because he heard a shuffling of feet and felt the burning liquid again before slipping back into blissful unconciousness. It took another few months for him to recover completely with all his memories intact and a new purpose. It became apparent that the druids found his body on the brink of death and used powerful magic to heal him. He'd been conflicted about that at first but later learned to feel grateful. They knew him as a friend who helped them create peace with Camelot and so they fixed him up in order to help the king in the biggest challenge he'd ever faced. Elyan had willingly agreed to help.
He'd said his goodbyes to the kind druids and waited in the spot they'd left him at. He'd been told he'd meet Arthur there. So he waited; the druids had not been wrong as far as he knew. As time went on he began to feel nervous, it had been so long but he couldn't deny the giddy excitement that continiued to rise inside him. He was finally going home.
Tag: King Arthur Setting: In a forest somewhere outside Camelot in the morning Timeline: Sometime after 'With All My Heart'
Post by cherryblossom131 on Mar 17, 2013 16:19:09 GMT -5
Elyan was sitting on the edge of his bed in his chambers with his head in his hands. He had been nursing a small headache since the possession ordeal. He could honestly hardly remember most of it. He had been trying hard to remember being possessed but it's almost like he had been asleep the whole time when the child took over him; like he had just switched off. He could only remember random images like it was a dream but everything was slowly slipping away. The thought unnerved him and sent shivers down his back. He had yet to apologise to Arthur; the King about almost killing him, which he had apparently tried to do when the child was controlling him. He had apparently done many things under the child's control. Despite having most of his memory of the entire experience gone, he couldn't forget the child's face, the pure fear he had felt in his heart when it began to torment him. He feared the experience would stay with him forever.
He wished his sister could have been here. She would have known exactly what to say and do to make him feel more at ease. She always did. But she wasn't here to comfort him, and he missed her dearly. He decided to sit up slightly and think of something else, maybe that would ease his mind. It turned out that thinking of something random after a traumatising experience was very difficult indeed. He let out a groan of frustration and put his head back in his hands. Maybe he should talk to Gaius about getting a tonic for his head. He'd brushed it off after Gaius had offered before, but now maybe he would change his mind. He hadn't really been sleeping well and probably looked a mess. His head looked up when he heard someone knocking at his door. He thought for a split second that it might be Gwen, but quickly purged the idea from his mind. That was impossible and it would be foolish of him to hope. He stood up and made his way over to the door and opened it to see Arthur. He could have laughed at himself, if it wasn't so pathetic because despite the fact that it wasn't possible, he'd still felt a tiny shred of hope being crushed when he saw that it wasn't his sister at the door. "My lord," he addressed him formally. "What can I do for you?"
Tag: King Arthur Setting: In Elyan's room in the evening Timeline: After 'The Heard of a New Age'
Post by cherryblossom131 on Mar 17, 2013 11:43:02 GMT -5
It was his fault. That thought alone was running through his mind. He'd known from the start that there was no way he would be able to sleep tonight so he kept watch, sitting near a small fire to keep him warm. Not that he deserved it. He wondered if Gwen had a fire to keep her warm, if she even had food or water. Images of his sister in pain on a cold stone floor flashed through his mind. Yes, all of this was his fault. He was her brother and therefore her protect er by default. Since their father had passed she'd been his responsibility and now he'd let them both down; as usual. He still couldn't believe he lost her. No, he thought to himself, he couldn't think like that. He had to believe his sister was still alive. It was the only thing that drove him forward; he needed her to be alive. He didn't want to and couldn't even bare to think of the alternative.
One thing he knew for sure was that he didn't blame Arthur in the slightest. He wouldn't really be surprised if Arthur blamed him, hated him even. Gwen had been in his care when they visited their fathers grave and he had failed to protect her. He didn't dare think what their father thought if him now. Elyan stood up abruptly, gritting his teeth and letting out a growl in frustration. He missed her and hated himself for letting Morgana get away with taking her. He would do anything to get her back, or die trying. Elyan was so deep in his own thoughts that he didn't see Arthur coming, but when he heard his name he snapped out of it. "Arthur, I'm sorry if I woke you," he said sincerely. The least he could do was let the man get some rest. "I just can't seem to fall asleep," he said with a sigh as he sat down and rubbed a hand over his face, expecting Arthur to sit as well. The thoughts of Guinevère and where she could be continued to cloud his mind.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Mar 16, 2013 2:33:44 GMT -5
Relief; that was the first thing he felt when he'd realised Arthur had taken back the castle. Before happiness, before any sense of duty, he had an overwhelming feeling of relief. After enduring Morgana's torture it had been all he could bare to feel. He'd been mostly worried about Gaius, after all he wasn't exactly the youngest of them and the strain of sitting in a cell, starving must have been very difficult for him. But after visiting him, Gaius assured Elyan he was fine and waved it away, instead setting to work on Elyan's recovery. That hadn't been quite as easy as Elyan had anticipated. Gaius told him the nathair snakes had left some of their venom inside Elyan's body which had to be removed immediately. That had been a painful process that left Elyan feeling weak again, but at least he was alive and well.
Gwen had taken care of him of course, and generally helped around the castle despite the fact that she was still technically banished. But she'd helped take back the castle, so didn't that count for something? After speaking with her, she'd told him of her plan to leave should Arthur wish it. He didn't want to lose his sister again especially after being so close to death himself. Elyan knew Arthur could be stubborn, but in this case, he would be too. He hadn't fought hard enough to keep Gwen last time and he certainly wouldn't be making that same mistake again. He sat up from his chair at his desk when he heard his name called. It was Arthur, just the man he'd been wanting to see. "No, not at all. Please, come in." He was a little weak but still a lot better. "I'm glad you came, I've actually been meaning to talk to you," he started, suddenly feeling nervous. What was he supposed to say exactly? "Concerning my sister," he continued raising his eyebrows slightly. He hoped Arthur understood.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Mar 15, 2013 8:14:15 GMT -5
Sorry for the reeeaaally late reply and I'd totally understand if you didn't want to continue this thread because I'm so horribly unreliable but I really hope not Sorry again
“To the lower town?” Elyan visibly hesitated for a moment before briskly nodding and forcing a tight smile. Going to the lower town was probably not a good idea. In fact it was the last place Elyan should be right now but he couldn't exactly tell Iwan why. How does one say that a man the size of a house suspected Elyan of sleeping with his wife just because he caught him in their bed together, to a fellow knight; to a knight like Iwan no less. It was a complete misunderstanding of course. Elyan wasn't the type to go messing around with other people's women, that was more Gwaine's forte. He'd just had a few too many drinks while out at the tavern with the boys, which was mostly Gwaine's fault. Elyan had accidentally let slip that he couldn't really hold his liquor, so Gwaine proceeded to subtly place drink after drink in front of Elyan. He must have mistaken the giant man's house for his own and crawled in to bed with his wife thinking it was his own. She'd been wonderfully understanding, but the same could not be said for her very angry husband.
Elyan was a little jumpy to say the least as he followed Iwan out of the armoury. He'd just have to stay out of sight and most importantly make sure Iwan didn't find out. The other knight probably disliked him already without thinking he was a womaniser. It was the last thing Elyan needed. Why did this kind of thing always happen to him, he thought to himself. He would never go to the tavern again...at least not with Gwaine. "So where exactly in the lower town are we going?" He asked, acting like he didn't really care about the answer. There was still a nervous edge to his voice. It would probably be wise of him to formulate an escape plan just in case that brute of a man was still looking for him. Elyan continued walking behind Iwan trying unsuccessfully to appear calm. He just really didn't want another black eye this month.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Mar 15, 2013 5:55:02 GMT -5
I think saying sorry for the long wait doesn't quite cover it, but still, sorry for the extreeeemely long wait
He'd wanted to visit Glouchedon on his travels but never had the chance. "No, I haven't actually. But I've always wanted to." Maybe he'd have the chance some time in the future, when the threat of Morgana's return was no longer at the forefront of everyone's mind. Until Morgana was defeated once and for all, he couldn't go off exploring a new land. He had a duty to the kingdom. He smiled slightly to himself; how he had changed from being that naïve boy who ran away from home all those years ago to a knight with responsibilities. If he survived the inevitable battle to defeat Morgana, there where many places he wanted to go. Who knows, maybe he'd finally settle down and have a family. Elyan didn't usually look too far ahead into the future, but sitting here now with Caitrin and her beautiful children made him dare to think if a life after Morgana is gone. A smile even spread across his face.
Elyan didn't have a lot of experience in holding babies; in fact he had next to none. He'd never really had cause to, except for that one time in Escetia when a heavily pregnant woman strolled into his forge and fell into labour right there and then. That had been one heck if a day. It's not every day a stranger decides to name her child after you. It was actually quite similar in some ways to the day he met Caitrin. He did as Caitrin asked and sat a little awkwardly on the bed, trying to figure out the right position for holding a baby. He held out his arms as Caitrin carefully placed the small tired child in his arms. Elyan made sure to support his head; he knew at least that much. The baby boy fidgeted a little and then settled. "He's so small," he said quietly with a small disbelieving laugh. Arthur looked up at Elyan as his eyes began to droop. If it was possible for Elyan to feel even more awed, he did. "Am I doing this right?" He didn't want the child feeling uncomfortable.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Nov 11, 2012 15:15:24 GMT -5
ELYAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! CAN'T STOP SOBBING!!! IT WAS SO HEARTBREAKING!!! I wish they hadn't killed him, he could have done so much more!!!! We deserved more GWELYAN SCENES!!! I agree with Arthur though, I think Morgana must have enchanted her especially while she was vulnerable over Elyan's death WHICH TOTALLY SHOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED!!! *SOB*
Post by cherryblossom131 on Nov 4, 2012 12:58:55 GMT -5
"What's the occasion?" He looked back at the pendant and sighed. "It's her birthday soon," he smiled. "We haven't exactly been on the best of terms recently." What with him practically abandoning her and all. They hadn't spoken face to face in a year. He'd sent her a few letters, but he was running out of idea about what to say. He didn't want to tell her about his travels for fear it would sound like he was gloating. He couldn't apologise either, because acting like he regretted leaving was just that; an act. He'd be lying to her, and he hated doing that. He was enjoying seeing the lands further than Camelot's walls. He'd learnt so much already, and just thinking about how much more was out there made him want to run out and discover it. It was difficult to explain, most of all to her. She probably hated him anyway, after everything, but he did honestly miss her terribly. She meant the world to him, and if getting her a simple necklace would make her any happier than he'd get her hundreds. He just needed to earn a little more money, that's all.
He creased his eyebrows when she said she wasn't there to purchase anything. "I mean no offence in saying this, but what brings you to the market then?" Maybe she didn't have enough money to buy anything either. But judging by what she wore, she didn't look like she couldn't afford something. Isadora. Why did that sound familiar? He could have sworn he'd heard someone in the city say that name before. It didn't sound very common, but then what other explanation was there? "That's a beautiful name," he said politely with a smile. "So what do you do Isadora?" He meant job-wise. Although maybe she was a worked at home. "If you don't mind me asking, that is," he said with a teasing smile.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Nov 4, 2012 12:38:44 GMT -5
Pain. It was the first thing that registered as Elyan sluggishly opened his eyes. His head felt like he'd banged it against the wall...repeatedly. He stretched in his bed and felt his joints aching. What was wrong with him? He tried to sit up but felt instantly nauseous and dizzy so he put his head back down again and lay there for a few minutes. Groaning loudly, Elyan made another attempt at sitting up. He still felt dizzy, but not the painful stinging he'd felt before. Things'll get better, he thought to himself until he felt his stomach heave. "Oh please god no." He leaped from his bed, grabbed the closest bucket he could find and proceeded to empty out the contents of his stomach. It was not a pretty sight. He felt liquid burning back up his throat, which was definitely alcohol. Judging by the amount he heaved out, he'd drank a lot. So that would explain the unreasonably terrible headache he was experiencing, well either that or an alcohol fairy. He paused, alcohol fairy? Where had that come from? In fact what the bloody hell happened last night?
He tried to think back, which was painful, but Elyan was adamant in finding out who he should blame for his current condition. He'd take it step by step, knowing that was the best way to remember anything. He remembered talking to Gwen in the afternoon about....Ah yes, what she wanted for her birthday. He wasn't sure at all what she'd like and she'd said nothing of course. He hadn't expected anything different, but he remembered deciding to get her a simple necklace from the market. She likes simple things like that. Then, he'd been talking with Percival about a some girl that had caught his friend's eye. She was a red-headed kitchen maid, who Elyan didn't really have a liking for. He remembered her from when he was a young boy maybe around 12; she'd pushed him in a puddle for absolutely no reason. He'd hadn't liked her since. Afterwards he'd gone back to his chamber...yes, and tried to sort out the inventory of his forge. And then....and then...Gwaine had knocked on the door and....they went to the tavern where he proceeded to drink himself silly and make an absolute fool of himself for Gwaine's amusement! He felt himself get angrier the more he began to remember. That good for nothing, "GWAINE!"
Post by cherryblossom131 on Aug 18, 2012 15:37:27 GMT -5
Elyan guessed he should be glad Gwaine was being so very supportive and strangely informative. In fact Gwaine did seem to know an awful lot about this beast. That was probably because he must have encountered it before. So he should just count himself lucky that his friend is nearby to help him. There was no point worrying too much now anyway; Gaius would surely know exactly how to deal with it. Until then he'd just have to sit tight and put up fight. He leaned on Gwaine further as he listened to him speak. Clearly he didn't have the energy to multitask. A task to defeat it? Ha! "I assure you, my friend, it is a challenge that I will definitely overcome," he half slurred. "Although I guess I really should thank you for," Wow! Gwaine had really shiny buttons!
He was incredibly glad to be back to his chambers. It felt like he'd been away for ages and he missed his warm bed. Maybe after a good night’s rest the alcohol fairy would stop banging on the inside of his head; he was beginning to get a real headache. He was sure it couldn't get worse than this. “Either you move your feet or you sleep there; I’m not carrying you.” He sulked at Gwaine. "What a friend you are." He proceeded to pout and then let go of Gwaine in a huff. That was a mistake. As soon as he lost the support he felt himself falling forwards. He would have hit the floor if the doors to his chambers hadn't been in front of him. But the wooden doors weren't exactly luxurious cushions and he fell against them with a loud "Ow!" He steadied himself and looked back at Gwaine. "I guess this is goodbye, my friend, I hope to see you soon," he said with all the seriousness he could muster in his childlike state. He slowly opened the door and practically ran towards his bed. Elyan fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow with all thoughts of the alcohol fairy and the early morning of training ahead gone. He also slept fully clothed and with the door still wide open.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Aug 18, 2012 15:30:26 GMT -5
Sorry for the late reply!
Arthur was a very strong name and one he admired greatly. It wasn't a huge surprise to him that her husband didn't need a lot of convincing. He was sure the baby in Caitrin's arms would do the name justice as he got older. Who knew maybe Elyan would see him in court and watch him grow and maybe even teach him a few things? He smiled at the thought. It had been a very strange night when he'd met Caitrin but definitely not one he'd ever regret. He'd never before caused or been part of the cause for someone to go into labour, and he hoped he wouldn't be again. But that was life and Elyan had accepted long ago that strange things happen sometimes and at least nothing bad happened. Quite on the contrary really, two children had been born. "The pain was worth it, look at my reward.” He looked at the baby girl, Esmae and grinned. She looked impossibly small and beautiful. "You must be very proud." He looked back up at Caitrin. "Are they this peaceful all the time?" He asked jokingly. He knew babies to be screaming nightmares, but Arthur and Esmae didn't seem to be making a big fuss.
He was glad she saw it as a pleasant surprise, but two infants must be a handful. He'd seen mothers hardly coping with one let alone two. Although he'd only recently met Caitrin, she looked strong, so he was certain she'd be fine. His assumption was true then, her husband had chosen the name. "He's Glouchedonian; interesting." Elyan didn't think he'd met a Glouchedonian before, but he wanted to. "I'll have to meet this husband of yours sometime," he smiled at Caitrin and looked back down at the baby in the crib. “Would you like to hold one of them?” His eyes shot back up to her in surprise. She trusted him to hold one of her children? He knew practically all the people who had already come to see Caitrin and her children probably held them, but he still felt touched all the same. "Umm okay," he laughed nervously. "Which one would you like me to hold?"
Post by cherryblossom131 on Jul 30, 2012 21:35:20 GMT -5
He sighed dejectedly and put down the necklace again. Maybe after he earned some more money he could come back and buy if it was still there. But by the evident beauty he doubted it would be and there was no way he'd be able to earn that much money quickly enough. "Gwen, what a pretty name. Does it belong to your sweetheart?" He snapped himself out of his thoughts on the necklace and gazed up to see a woman standing before him. She was definitely beautiful, there was no doubt about that. But there was something different about her, from the clothes she was wearing to the very way she stood with her back straight and shoulders back. He finally realised that she had asked him a question and stopped thinking about why she was different.
"Uhh no, Gwen is my sister's name." He picked up the necklace again. "I'd been hoping to this for her, but I guess I'll have to wait another day." It would be her birthday in a few months since he'd left shortly before her last one. Maybe he'd be back by then with the necklace in hand, all things forgiven. It was an unlikely fantasy, he decided there wasn't any point in brooding now. He definitely didn't need to burden her with his problems though. "Are you looking to buy something for yourself?" He asked, smiling at her. "Sorry, I'm Elyan," he introduced himself and held out a hand. Despite traveling alone for a few months he still had his manners. He also wanted to learn her name and maybe figure out why she seemed to stand out to him.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Jul 29, 2012 21:33:32 GMT -5
Gwent. Elyan could hardly believe that he had travelled all the way to Gwent. After spending a few months on the borders of Escetia shortly after he left Camelot he'd thought he would have to return, but no. He'd decided to carry on travelling. Wasn't that the point of him leaving in the first place? He wanted to have a bit of an adventure and explore. That's exactly what Elyan was looking for in this kingdom. After spending the night in a cheap inn, it was time for a little trip to the market. That's where he could truly explore. It's where everything really happened. Not in the upper towns or the castle, but the market. He'd learnt that much on his travels. With his few belongings and a sword in his scabbard, just in case he'd learnt that too the hard way, he set off.
When he arrived at the market he wasted no time and started exploring different stalls. He mentally noted all the things that were so much different to what he'd find at the market in Camelot. One stall in particular caught his eye though, it sold jewellery and there was one necklace that he couldn't take his eyes off. It was a simple silver necklace with an intricately designed single pendant in the shape of a flower. He could already imagine it on his sister. It was beautiful and although it had been months since he left Camelot he knew she'd love it. He was still dreading the moment when he'd have to go back. Although time had passed, he'd left after an extremely heated argument with his father where hurtful words were uttered from both of their lips. It's what finally prompted him to leave after so long of him just wanting to. He wasn't looking forward to facing his father. He looked at the small piece of parchment next to the necklace stating the price and knew without even looking into his small pouch of coins that there was no way he'd be able to afford it. "There's no chance you could maybe sell this for half the price?" Elyan asked hopefully picking up the piece of jewellery. The man behind the stall merely laughed at Elyan. "I'll take that as a no," he sighed. "Sorry Gwen," he muttered to himself.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Jul 25, 2012 21:40:33 GMT -5
Hey Isadora Not sure if you're still looking but Elyan's up for a thread if you'd like. He could probably come across Gwent some time in his four year absence. If you are actually up for it just shoot me a pm.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Jul 25, 2012 17:21:10 GMT -5
Elyan didn't regret punching the sorry excuse for a knight for a second. He'd been defending his mother's honour and there was no way in hell he'd apologise for doing that. If that was the reason he'd have to die, then he'd die with dignity knowing he'd done what was right. With his hands by his side he stared at the knight squarely in the eyes which seemed to unnerve him slightly. But the sword was still pointed painfully at Elyan's chest when something caught his eye and distracted him from his impending doom. A person from the crowd that had inevitably formed was coming toward them. The knight, idiot that he was also looked away sensing Elyan's distraction. Elyan heard her speak, confused by her words. He couldn't quite get a good look at her face because it was covered but he had no time to dwell on that. The night suddenly howled in agony, dropping the sword.
Sir Edward stepped back from them and dared not too reach for his sword. "What treachery is this?" His eyes darted back and forth between Elyan and his hooded saviour. The knight turned away and ran from the smithy, as any coward would, Elyan thought bitterly. The crowd began to disperse when the Sir Edward left, the fight was over. A few stuck around a little longer too see the hooded woman but soon left, probably back to their jobs. When the last of the people were gone Elyan turned back to look at the hooded woman. "How did you do that?" He inquired quietly. Elyan was no idiot. He knew she'd had to have something to do with the reason why the knight dropped his sword so suddenly.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Jul 25, 2012 17:20:28 GMT -5
He ate a spoonful of the delicious soup and smiled at the taste. It may not have been something served from the palace kitchens but that's what made it so much better. It wasn't just the taste Elyan loved although that was wonderful, it was the memories it brought. Memories of his family sitting at the very table he was sitting at now. His parents may not be with him now, but he'd always have his sister, his Gwen. "Arthur actually asked me to take on a different role for the court." He put his hand down and tore his thoughts away from memories. "Oh?" He curiously looked up at her. "And what position is that?" Maybe she would move further up in the castle, instead of being a maid. Maybe Arthur would make her a lady. The thought made him smile.
He took her hand in his when she reached across and continued to smile warmly at her, still unaware to what was making her so cheerful today. Confusion masked his eyes however when he felt something odd on her finger. Elyan looked down at her hand to see a ring on her finger. It was a beautiful ring but that wasn't what caught his eye and caused him to stare at it. It was the position of the ring that made Elyan stop; the ring was on the finger meant only for an engagement ring, a wedding ring. He finally tore his eyes away from it and looked at Gwen, his mouth open in shock. He could hardly speak, but Gwen confirmed his suspicions.
"He asked me to be his wife." Elyan could only stare at his sister for several seconds until he was finally able to speak. "He...what?" Elyan stood up abruptly all thoughts of food and dinner purged from his mind at the news. He just went straight for his sister, pulled her up from her chair and hugged her for all he was worth. "CONGRATULATIONS!" He practically shouted their small house down. When he finally let go of her, all he could down was helplessley grin...then he hugged her again muttering, "my sister's getting married, my sister's getting married," over and over again more to himself than to Gwen, laughing while he hugged her and spun her around off her feet. He'd known of course when he realised Arthur and Gwen were in love that he'd eventually ask for her hand, but that didn't make it any less surreal. When he put her down eventually, so many questions bubbled in his mind but he chose one after just grinning at her for a few more seconds. "So, when did he ask you?"
Post by cherryblossom131 on Jul 13, 2012 7:35:38 GMT -5
This alcohol fairy seemed like a dangerous foe, unlike anything he'd ever encountered before. But despite any fear he felt, he was determined to defeat it. “Maybe not forever.” He could see the seriousness of Gwaine's face and listened intently when he continued. When it finds a way to get out of his head? Did that mean it would go out through his ears? It was the most logical conclusion, of course. Elyan knew he'd been extremely logical throughout the entire ordeal with the alcohol fairy. "I'll just have to go to Gaius." He thought of his bed. "Tomorrow." Gaius would definitely know what to do about an alcohol fairy. Elyan just hoped he wouldn't have to drink anything. He knew as well as anyone how practically every medicine given by that physician and probably every physician tasted revolting. But he also knew that they all worked. It was a sacrifice he’d just have to make. “No fairy is going to beat the mighty Elyan,” he said pointedly at Gwaine, referring to himself with the old nickname he’d used occasionally when he was a child. Gwen had always laughed at it but that was probably only because she knew it was true, he thought childishly. The possible repercussions of saying such words in front of Gwaine didn’t even cross his mind.
He wasn’t amused by the fact that his friend was trying to stop Elyan from expressing his deep emotions. He slapped Gwaine’s hand away and stopped singing…for the time being. Although, he made a point to pout at Gwaine and sulk because he hadn’t enjoyed his obviously wonderful singing. There must be something wrong with the other knight’s ears, he concluded. That was the only plausible explanation. The castle would have been glad to wake up to his glorious singing anyway and so would Gwen, he pouted again. “Besides, your hair will never be as luscious as mine, no matter how much you bloody well sing about it.” Elyan glared at his friend; that hurt. If he grew it out Elyan’s hair would be a million times better than Gwaine’s silly hair. He had to express his hurt somehow to Gwaine though and concluded the only way he could. He decided to very childishly stick his tongue out at Gwaine while of course glaring at him the entire time. He was distracted by his mission though when they finally reached a door. “My chambers!” He exclaimed. Elyan made no move towards the door however since Gwaine was obviously going to carry him in, of course.
Post by cherryblossom131 on Jun 30, 2012 16:53:15 GMT -5
He couldn't help the smile that stretched across his face when she told him the baby in her arms was called Arthur. He remembered her suggesting the name on the night they'd met. He looked over to the crib where Esmae was resting. "So your husband did like the name Arthur after all." He looked back at Caitrin and smiled warmly at her. "They are beautiful names fit for beautiful babies." He smiled gratefully when she said there was no need for him to apologise. He saw the logic of her words and was glad that she saw it that way. He still felt slightly responsible somehow for the pain that she felt that night, but after her reassurances Elyan felt sure that would fade. "I guess we should be grateful then." It would be better than feeling guilty that was for sure.
He grinned back at her when she said she hadn't been expecting twins. "I imagine it must have been quite the surprise." He walked over to the crib where the baby girl was resting. He could hardly imagine handling one baby let alone two. Judging by the look of pride and adoration in Caitrin's eyes whenever she glanced at either of her children, he guessed she must be a wonderful mother. "But a pleasant one, of course." Esmae. It was a wonderful name and one he'd never heard before. He remembered her saying she wasn't sure what she would have called her baby if she had a girl. "She looks so peaceful," he mused aloud. He had to admire the innocence of the little one; she had so much ahead of her. "What made you decide to call her Esmae?" He asked still looking at the baby in the crib. Maybe it had been her husband's choice. It made sense that maybe she would name one child and he would name the other.
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My name is Catherine by the way; Call me Kate. *Smiles* You're lucky to have your mother, I ... wish I had at least someone I can talk to, You know? At least i have Arthur. *sits by the window and looks out*
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