𝓗ow can she say such a thing?
Arthur’s heart 𝘱͟𝘰͟𝘰͟𝘭͟𝘴 with 𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖞,
unable to withstand the 𝒑͟ain
she lathers it in using 𝔣𝔢𝔴 words.
He attempts to 𝖼𝗅𝗈͟𝗌͟𝖾 the distance
but stops himself, visage 𝑒𝑡𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑑
with a battle. This is 𝓜𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖺.
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yes because we would not have 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑﹗he lives by the words of uther, for his approval. morgana was not going to stick around and be 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 at the pyre ﹗
oh that is what he chooses to go for ﹖
change not being easy ﹖
. . . she doesn’t believe in ⤥
𝓒hange takes time! Arthur can only
complete so much whilst the throne
remains * 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 beneath Uther’s
reign. If she’d trusted him. . . Maybe
this could’ve gone differently.
𝕾houlders descend in a barely slump,
inconceivable to the eyes that aren’t
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐚nd her choice is to 𝑎͟𝑏͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑑͟𝑜͟𝑛
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ him? without so much of a
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ warning? small 𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖙 falls on
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ forth, visage adorn with ire
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ and honeyed tresses bounce.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ stop. it isn’t like that. +
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ irises 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖋𝖙 immediately but
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ rather than casting attention
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * 𝐞͟𝐥͟𝐬͟𝐞͟𝐰͟𝐡͟𝐞͟𝐫͟𝐞, they remain on
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ his once trusted sister.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ what. what have they done.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ hmm. it’s true, is it not?
⠀
⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ WHEN YOU SPEND SO
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ LONG IN 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ YOU DISCOVER THAT
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ IT’S STARING BACK.
⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀I thought there was a
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀light 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 for me.
⠀
⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓟erhaps she did . . . He does
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀not pay such close attention
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀now. Given her tongue is now
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀soured by lies. Lips seem to
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀grow taunt, words tasting like
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘃͟𝗶͟𝗻͟𝗲͟𝗴𝗮͟𝗿 on his tastebuds.