[ camelot had many festivals to celebrate seasons. harvests. coronations and royal ceremonies. hisirdoux had seen them all, even more once he left the timeless kingdom to dwell on earth, watching the centuries pass. this one? definitely one of the weirder ones. douxie wished archie was here. it would feel more comforting to have a shapeshifting dragon-cat on your shoulder. the looks he's getting, oof. reminds him of salem long ago.
douxie raises his hands in the universal gesture of peace, flashing a lazy grin. ]
Sorry, chaps. I've been broke for years. Anyone got a dollar to spare?
( ii. secrets in the saloon )
[ you don't pass nine hundred centuries without accumulating secrets. though not many of his own. keeping the secret of camelot and merlin had been easy. even if it meant lifetimes of dusting and scavenging for a living, moving day to day, hoping the meaning of his master's words would come to him. the fulfillment of his work, his destiny.
but the thought of merlin's passing sobers him quickly in the sudden quiet of the saloon, when the music tapers off in his head and all he can hear is his master's voice.
what a wizard you've become. ]
Am I, master? I risked the world for friendship. Would you have made such a bargain?
[ no. not for friendship, not for love. and . . . not for hisirdoux, his pupil. and more, he tries to tell himself, but the long dark chases away that sentiment. ]
( iii. digital veil | un: paint.it.black )
Personally, I'm more into Guns N' Roses. Cradles and coffins could be a killer song title.
( iv. wildcard )
[ got a different prompt you’d like to do? drop it here or pm this journal! ]
hisirdoux casperan | wizards of arcadia
[ camelot had many festivals to celebrate seasons. harvests. coronations and royal ceremonies. hisirdoux had seen them all, even more once he left the timeless kingdom to dwell on earth, watching the centuries pass. this one? definitely one of the weirder ones. douxie wished archie was here. it would feel more comforting to have a shapeshifting dragon-cat on your shoulder. the looks he's getting, oof. reminds him of salem long ago.
douxie raises his hands in the universal gesture of peace, flashing a lazy grin. ]
Sorry, chaps. I've been broke for years. Anyone got a dollar to spare?
( ii. secrets in the saloon )
[ you don't pass nine hundred centuries without accumulating secrets. though not many of his own. keeping the secret of camelot and merlin had been easy. even if it meant lifetimes of dusting and scavenging for a living, moving day to day, hoping the meaning of his master's words would come to him. the fulfillment of his work, his destiny.
but the thought of merlin's passing sobers him quickly in the sudden quiet of the saloon, when the music tapers off in his head and all he can hear is his master's voice.
what a wizard you've become. ]
Am I, master? I risked the world for friendship. Would you have made such a bargain?
[ no. not for friendship, not for love. and . . . not for hisirdoux, his pupil. and more, he tries to tell himself, but the long dark chases away that sentiment. ]
( iii. digital veil | un: paint.it.black )
Personally, I'm more into Guns N' Roses. Cradles and coffins could be a killer song title.
( iv. wildcard )
[ got a different prompt you’d like to do? drop it here or pm this journal! ]