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southronflower · 11 years ago

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Lullaby

send me ‘lullaby' and my muse will sing yours to sleep

"The doctor said you ought to sleep early, Mordred," the golden girl exclaimed serenely rather than sternly -though she should have tried to manage a firm tone, for it seemed that much like a child, Mordred at times needed sternness to listen- as she tried to remove the pillow behind his back and place his head on the bed, her slender fingers tangling with those ebony curls of his. She knew that he would most likely oppose but she cared not of such details. He could say that he could take care of himself, though he could hardly move. At least he had kept his promise. And she sat on the edge of his bed, after she had made sure that he was comfortable, alabaster hands bringing the blankets closer to him so that he wouldn't be cold -- precious it must have been comfort to him now that he was home, she very much doubted such luxuries were given to him while he was at Afghanistan . She had only just been watching television -- or most likely staring at the tv idly next to him, hands intertwined, not refusing him her tender touch, as she knew that he must have been in great need of such gestures; war left one cold and alone. But she had provided him both warmth and very rarely did she leave his side. She didn't dare to in fear that through his loneliness he would only be haunted by nightmares. Mordred had lived so many wars and yet he was still so young. God knew what his eyes had seen, how many friends of his must have died along his side, how close he had been to death. Her grip tightened as such appalling thoughts ran through her some-what somnolent mind. Her cheek was now touching the top of his head while the television was lifelessly playing in front of them -- she hadn't even noticed muting it nor had she noticed muttering sweet tunes of a lullaby she had heard as a little girl. She was only singing them absently when she glanced over at Mordred to make sure that he was at last sleeping. And for one that had outlived so many soldiers, for one who had seen the ugly side of life, he slept rather peacefully.

#turpisvirtute #replied #Modern!Verse #{{ Myrcella should be a nurse #it is known}}

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magiciswhoiam-archive · 11 years ago

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" Another ride on this damn train. At least they have alcohol on it. Right?."

#turpisvirtute #constantquibbling #worthakingdom #;v: god hath no mercy #[hello sorry for this lame starter but I thought that maybe we could do something?]#verse: to lose hope #;short

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qceenmother · 11 years ago

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Oh shit would you look at that, I dropped my url. Gods be damned I'm so clumsy. {I need to be loved okay?}

Opinion on;

Character in general: ugh mordred, i love him so much. How they play them: with wonderful perfect grace.The Mun: RYAN, RYAN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.

Do I:

RP with them: yesWant to RP with them: always and forveer

What is my;

Overall Opinion:

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

#;;crownless #turpisvirtute

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pratking · 11 years ago

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"—Who's there?"

#turpisvirtute #( starter: closed. )

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thecandlecanthelpit-archive · 11 years ago

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turpisvirtute replied to your post:

how about you not

listen here mr. lot

i already said i wasn't going to

don't make me change my mind

punk

#turpisvirtute #gir L FIIIIIIIIIGHT

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ardentlyarthur · 11 years ago

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turpisvirtute replied to your post:sovereignofcamelot replied to your...

JUST STAY THERE AND DON’T DO ANYTHING.

TOO LATE

I HAVE LET THE DARKNESS IN

AND IT CAN NEVER COME OUT

#turpisvirtute #( outofswords; )

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malfoytrash-blog · 11 years ago

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*places url* pls thank you, ily loser

url thing

#THREE DEEP MAN CHUCKLES

I DONT HAVE A BLOODY CLUE WHO YOUR CHARACTER IS BUT UR DOING A FINE ASS JOB, YOU RP WITH ME FOR SOME REASON, WE’RE FRIENDS, AND I’D RP WITH U ANYTIME ANYWHERE HOME SLICE.

#xoxo malfoy mun asks #turpisvirtute

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magiciswhoiam-archive · 11 years ago

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Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.

“I do wonder if things have been different you and I would get to be friends. I wouldn’t say it, but it is my fault.”

#turpisvirtute #;ask #v; destiny awaits #queue: ask

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tyrantxqueen-archive-blog · 11 years ago

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"Little thing."

Send “Little thing” and my character will tell you something as a child.

"Don't. Touch me. Do you know who I am?"

#;answered;ic #;answered;meme #[ thank u lovely! <3 ]#turpisvirtute

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imwxcked-blog · 11 years ago

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Our whole life's a scam || Elena & Mordred

Being a doctor in a big city wasn't an easy task, especially when most of the inhabitants from that place got in trouble in some accident. Elena has always known that her profession would bring more work than pleasure, but she liked it anyway.

Her friends complained every day, she didn't go out when she wasn't in the hospital, her days off turned study days. Until she was dragged to a party, even against her will. Elena didn't like going to parties, she always ended up drinking too much and being carried to her home by a handsome and successful man, it always made her uncomfortable.

The doctor had drunk more than warranted, she just prayed that none of her patients was there to recognize her. "You seem lonely." Elena said to a young man who stood next to her.

"Abandoned by friends? Come on, let's dance."

Even without waiting for an answer from the mysterious man, Elena began to move her hips with the beat of the music, both hands holding his hands with hers.

#turpisvirtute #{v: modern}#t: our whole life's a scam

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ofxavalonarchive · 11 years ago

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turpisvirtute liked your photoset:"We are not brothers, Gawain!" "Only you can make...

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thefierydruid · 11 years ago

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Run, run, run. Voices; knights from Camelot. She'd seen them, the red cloaks and shining chain mail unmistakable. She knew they wouldn't know who she was on sight, not that they'd even seen her (as far as she knew), but she couldn't risk it. She couldn't risk being caught. So she ran; always running, it seemed. Not that she minded. She loved to run -- the feel of the wind through her hair, her cloaks billowing behind her. Running through the forest, however, was a dangerous thing. That is why she ended up tumbling over, a misplaced root ending up in her way, and landing at the boots of someone. "Goodness. I'm... I'm sorry..." She breathed out, fear seizing her. She kept her eyes firmly on the shoes, too afraid to look up and see who'd she'd fallen to the ground in front of.