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((Backtracking; took place before he’d returned to his duties))

Simon,

I cannot do this.

Be gone before I return.

–Lavender

There was a crack in the planet. Everything seemed to just...stop. Reality shifted. It was such a short note. In a manner so unlike her. Cold. Short. Impersonal.

A part of him wanted to rage against the reality of it. To tear the note to shreds, wait and hear the words from her own damn mouth. She was not a coward. And this was cowardly.

Yet his heart had simply stopped. What could he do? A part of him had been waiting for her to wake up anf realize how pitiful a man he was, how much of a mistake she’d been making. Still, he’d had hope. He’d been so blissfully happy...

He didn’t recall pulling on the remainder of his clothes, his cloak, his gloves...the last thing he did was to stare at the note where she’d left it. His heart sunk to his boots as he pulled the signet ring of his family off his finger, staring at it. More than likely she’d throw it away, chuck it into the chicken feed or the nearby river...maybe she’d pawn it. He didn’t care. He let the heavy metal of its weight drop with a soft clunk atop the paper and left, his boots echoing quietly in the empty house.

The old knight’s horse plodded slowly from the farmhouse that had become so much more than home to him, his hands hardly holding at the reigns, his normally strong profile slumped and defeated in the saddle. Trustee Barbados knew his way home thankfully, and dutifully took his master back to the quiet lands of his estate.

The voices of his servants, his advisers, worried and confused, sounded like a dull buzz in his head. He simply trudged past them, not answering, not seeing them, making a slow trek to his study, where he quietly shut the door. Inside, he poured a glass of whiskey from the decanter he hadn’t touched in weeks, slumping into his favorite seat by the fire and staring into the flames.

Even the searing flames had lost their colors. All the world had. He felt...nothing. Numb. Before long, the glass in his hand dropped to the floor, untouched as he let out a ragged breath.

And so the great bear wept. For his flower had gone away.

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“Does his lordhsip seem...different...to you?”

“Not at all. He is as charming as ever. Perhaps even more so.”

“I don’t know...something about his smile...it’s not the same. And have you noticed he touches no wine? No spirits? The man could drink the lakes dry, and now he’s dry as a bone.”

“And that strange bead he wears in his hair. It doesn’t match a THING he wears.”

“The man was always eccentric. I wonder if it has to do with the estrangement from Lord Silverborne.”

“Do not speak his name! He will surely slink here if you do!”

“Oh nonsense. The man’s a coward. Lord Lorvell simply awoke to the truth is all.”

“Even so, I think you are simply seeing things. My only regret is he no longer seems to be interested in the fairer sex.”

“Indeed. That strange Arathi woman he brought to Silverborne’s manor...you don’t think-?”

“Now -you’re- speaking nonsense. Lord Simon would never give his heart to a woman like that. Arathi womens’ blood is far too hot, don’t you know.”

“Yes yes, you’re right. Come, let us speak to him before he has the chance to get away!”

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Younger days during training

Rollo | Brother’s War (x)

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After a long time without posting, coming back with the sexy Clive Standen as Rollo in the promotional pictures for Season 3 of TV series Vikings. That man is fucking sexy!!! Damn! Take me to the Valhala with you!

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interests: girls with big swords and battle scars

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I want to be in bed with her. I’m not talking about fucking then passing out. No. She’s better than that. I’m talking about just laying next to her. Rolling over and finding my way to her body. Holding her tight protecting her from any bad dreams she has. Finding her hand in mine like an uncontrollable attraction even in our sleep. Kissing her forehead as she lays her head on my chest. Feeling her heart beat as she’s soundly asleep in my arms. Intertwining our bodies in our unconscious states. Just being connected like one. I just want to be in bed with her.

x-xxv (via thattexaslez)

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Ritratto cavaliere medievale…by Marco Brondi

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“S’nothin’, lass...” Simon joked through bloodied teeth. “Nothin’ I can’t handle...”

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To guildies and friends!

I will probably be very absent/sparse this week as I am doing last minute preparations for my sister’s wedding.

WHICH IS THIS SATURDAY.

AAAAH!

I will try to be on before I leave on Thursday, but I make no garuntee. I’ll still be available on skype and through tumblr messages, so don’t be afraid to drop me a line!

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Photo from Empire by Oliver Facey

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