#he is rusty and i stole an icon from a reply like a year ago bc i can't find mine

[meisanimam]

Mud splatters his face and armor, dirt creasing the lines of his face and mixing with a pale shade of red. More than one such battle he has faced in his time at Arthur’s court, so it is with a lazy way that the knight sheathes his sword, brown eyes swiveling through the treetops. The monastery where he had taken his rest spoke of this glade, hushed breaths as old fingers worked on illuminated pages ... and Lancelot had listened closely, lest the end of his quest be stolen from him.

Now, blinking against the blood that drips from his brow to his eye, the knight of Arthur’s court stands proud in the mists, gaze taking in the woman before him. She exudes power, exudes beauty, but he fights against such charms ... holding true in his heart for his one and only queen’s sake. This is none but an impostor, a bringer of death and destruction - and if it is to his death that he walks, then so be it.

“Those who came with have died, or deserted.” The words fall like stones between them in the fog, voice hoarse and heavy. “But I’ve come to think you already have that knowledge.” His king’s realm is falling apart, the last hope they have is something desperate and unseen .. and most of all, Lance must protect her. “They say you know why people come to you for aid. They say that all who do are foolish .. but look into my heart, my lady, and you will see my wish, upon all things,  is favorable.”

@everafteriing​ (for the seelie queen!!)