>.> /flees from

[worthkilling]

My lady Mundane,

As honoured as I am by your... choosing me, I must admit I do have other things that require my attention. Important things. My knights need me, and you have other things you should be doing.

We should return to our duties and go our ways, it would be best for all. 

[..........]

And no, I do not wish to join any 'games', though I do encourage your trying to play me despite your uncertainties in doing so. I approve of trying instead of giving up at the very least. That action is a good one.

You just don't need to do it with me.

Comments

[rule_britannia]

Oh, bloody hell, it's you.

[worthkilling]

... [stare] Have we met before?

[rule_britannia]

Once. I believe you called me an ignorant knave or some such thing and deemed me unworthy of your time. It might have been to your advantage to have found out who you were speaking to before you dismissed me so readily, boy.

[worthkilling]

.... [awkward look away.] I assume... you were once one of my enemies?

[he loses his temper when his men are threatened, it's true.]

[rule_britannia]

If you would have named a child no higher than your knee one of your enemies.. I suppose that I was, in a way.

[worthkilling]

... Ah. [welp.] I don't make a habit of striking children, I trust there was a reason then?

[fealties]

Try make the best of the situation instead of complaining, I hear it does wonders for the mood.

[worthkilling]

[LANCELOT HE IS SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU.

Except it's you, so, what is a happy reunion?]

Apparently nothing dampens your spirits. Or are you just glad to be out from under Rome's thumb like you always wanted?

[fealties]

[ WHAT IS HAPPINESS IN GENERAL? ]

Dampened spirits do me little good. [ He's dead anyway. ] It is relaxing not having Rome's claws digging into my back.

[worthkilling]

[... NOT ROME? sob.]

They never did anyone much good, but no one but Bors ever seemed to remember that. [well that's depressing.] Lancelot... [s i g h]

[fealties]

[ CLEARLY. ]

Bors drowned his woes like the rest of us, he was simply lucky enough to find a woman willing to put up with him. [ Depressing indeed. Arthur, don't you even start. ] Don't Lancelot me, I know what you're going to say and I will not have it.

[elvenkind]

Perhaps you own qualities the lady admires.

[worthkilling]

[He has manners at the very least, both his English and Roman side, and he knows a woman of noble birth when she is presented to him.

So, bracing a hand over his heart, he bows.]

If she respected them truly, I think I would of been let about my business.

[elvenkind]

[ And Lancelot receives a shallow dip in return, what a gent. ]

I would not press the issue. [ Oops, that's a smile. ] That she begs you to remain close is enough of an indication of her feelings.

[worthkilling]

[Well, he was raised to manners, to both enemies and friends, women and men.]

No, I do not think it would be me much good. [he smiles back, only his smiles aren't so grand, given he hardly smiles at all.] It is, and I am flattered, as far as it goes. I've just other matters on my mind.

[elvenkind]

What ails you otherwise, my lord?

[shinigamitayuu]

[ a tendril of smoke escapes from her pipe as she hangs back and takes the sight of you in ]

... what the woman with the pointed ears said.

[worthkilling]

[Which, as soon as he realises he's being assessed, he straightens his back and stands to attention.]

And I will say the same again to you. If it was a matter of that, she'd let me do my work.

[shinigamitayuu]

[ Impressive, she thinks. ]

Muns are fickle things. If you don't give in to them, they will bicker you to death, if that is possible.

... a soldier?

[worthkilling]

[He is what he is, and at the very least, he wears his armour with pride.]

So it seems, and this one... well, she's insistent. But they all see that way.

... Yes, a soldier of Rome. Leader of the Sarmation Knights. [He bows with it, courteous as always to a Lady.]

[rhinemaid]

They don't really care what you want.

[worthkilling]

So I am learning. But, no one is beyond some kind of reason, through one method or another.

Sometimes, you can get through.

[He lived by that, in one way or another.]

[rhinemaid]

You're doing it here because it amuses them. It's difficult to reason with someone if just the attempt is rewarding them.

( she's sort of blithe about it; but a catlike propensity to bat at things to watch them spin is not exactly unfamiliar to a faerie. )

[worthkilling]

That is one way of looking at it. But sometimes you can reason with even that which seems unreasonable.

[and he had to try, at the very least. He always tried reason first, until his temper flared.]

[rhinemaid]

( a thoughtful pause )

You could try being very dull.