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[sacrificing]

[Despite the whole 'so you've been asleep for fifty years, welcome to this war-torn land, enjoy your stay and sorry about your powers', Catty actually really loves the land of Loria. For one thing, she's dead back home anyway. That's probably something not a lot of people could say - or think - with such ease, but she got used to it when she had been trapped in the Underworld, her body cold, dead. This is a much more preferable situation. She's gotten into the habit of checking her pulse a couple of times a day, and she finds comfort in the beat of her heart against her fingers.

thump thump

It's perfect.

She's leaning against window sill of the shack her and Arthur have taken over. Pendragon Mansion. There's a suitable taste of irony in the words, especially considering that he's the future king.

The king of Camelot.

She glances at him from over her shoulder.

The prince of Camelot, living in a small home with a dead girl that makes no secret of her powers in a dirty village frequently attacked by all manner of creatures.]

So, what are the plans for today? Dragon fighting, searching for unicorn droppings, rescuing damsels from towers?

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[shutupmerlin]

[ He shouldn't be this contented here - he should want to return to his kingdom, his people, to his duties and where he's needed. And perhaps the first week or so of settling into Loria, of finding a simple home with an enchanting girl in a place that didn't demand he sacrifice all he wanted for the good of the people - just the joy of an uncomplicated life that is completely his - perhaps then he felt a sort of creeping guilt for it. It occured to him that he should be looking harder for a way out, but then there was Catty and there was exploring the world with her, fighting things creeping in the forest with her, sitting out in the sun, just quietly, next to her, and it seemed to all so much out-weigh it.

Where Arthur's still half passed out on their bed, he rolls over lazily, a smile touching his lips at her voice before he even opens his eyes. ]

If I never see another dragon or unicorn in my life it will be far too soon. [ A wry grumble. Watching her, the morning light from the window passes through stray strands of hair, making them look almost reddish tinted with the way the sun illuminated the color, and he thinks how could spending this time with her be wrong? Time is still in the world he came from, and there's an ache in his chest when he thinks that eventually, when he's forced to leave, he won't remember this. Won't remember her, and Catty will be truly gone. It's a thought he shoves far back into his mind. With a loud, unprincely yawn, he pulls himself up to sit at the edge of the bed, hair a ridiculous mess. ]

And if 'damsel' means I'm the one donning a gown, no thank you.