•||• Smash or Pass?

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smash or pass 💋

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<font face=century gothic><b><big>If you snuck in my room I would:</big></b> <ul>[] Go back to sleep [] Let you have the bed [] Share the bed [] Kick you out [] Cuddle with you [] Be like wtf? [] Let you sleepover [] Beat your ass</ul> <b><big>If you kissed me I would:</b></big> <ul>[] Kiss you back [] Smile & laugh [] Be shocked [] Slap you</ul> <b><big>You are:</big></b> <ul>[] Cute [] Adorable [] Pretty [] Beautiful [] Okay [] Sexy [] Hotass Motherfucker [] Ew</ul> <b><big>I Would:</big></b> <ul>[] Smash [] Pass</ul>

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[gwenhwyfar]

I am not a child.

No one came for me after Melwas took me away from your court. I freed myself, time and time again, without you or a knight.

[holyswordwielder]

I am not your Arthur Pendraig. He and I are not the same person. Hate me if you want, I'll endure it, but I cannot be your substitute for him in other ways. You have no idea what I have been through any more than I know your life. You've no right to immediately throw your suffering in the face of anyone when they tell you what you don't want to hear.

[gwenhwyfar]

I don't hate you, I never had...! And in the same vein, Lancelot and I have never...!

[ She stammers. ] And I wasn't-

[ She's starting to hear Melwas' voice again. ]

[ She can't stop herself from bursting into tears, clutching her face as she starts to sob into her hands. ]

[holyswordwielder]

[ This is how he wanted to find out about this, but he supposes there is no good or easy way to find out whether or not anyone has told her yet about what happens between her and Lancelot in the future. Well, to be fair, what might happen. She's not from a timeline he can see the end of, so perhaps it will be different for her after all. Arthur has just never known of a world where Guinevere and Lancelot did not love one another. ]

That's not entirely true.

[ Arthur softens his voice after letting her cry for a moment. He knows he probably shouldn't, that this will only confuse her more, but he can't also just walk away in good conscience, knowing he caused her to hurt this much. So he steps forward and rests a hand on the back of her head in comfort. ]

A part of you does hate him. Deep down, you are angry with him. For making you wait in darkness for so long. For not being there to comfort you when you were alone and frightened. For seemingly having abandoned you. You're entitled to your anger, Gwenhwyfar. It is no crime for you to feel the way you do. But you cannot keep taking it out on others. One day, you will have to tell him of your anger. If he is any man worthy of a wife, he will listen to you.

[gwenhwyfar]

[ It's strange.

So very strange that, Gwenhwyfar, of all people, with all of her enhanced senses, flinches the moment he touches her. She is reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess. Eye clamped shut and drawing her hands away from her face into ball fists, Gwenhwyfar shakes her head. She would like to know what this feeling is that has overtaken her before that makes her head spin and desperately gasp for air. No matter how much air she gasps, she can't quite seem to stop the feeling of suffocation. Whatever emotion it is, it's been built up in her and she has no idea how to contain it.

It's panic -- not that Gwenhwyfar understands it. All she knows she's drowning in her feelings, hurt and scared. She so desperately wants to cling on him; logically, she knows it isn't the Arthur she knows, but it's the closest she's had a chance to be near him.

Gwenhwyfar shakes her head "no" several times. ]

I don't hate- [ She hiccups in between her sobs. Damn her hybrid blood for allowing her to stay propped up on her feet when she'd soon rather choose the option to faint than to deal with these feelings.

She has already felt so lost and this amplifies it. ]

I hate- I hate not being home...! [ Without her mother holding her to comfort her while she sobs this hard. She lets out a small wail. Anger? Is it? She's not sure, she's never sure, or what to do with her feelings other than- ]

I- I'll bury it.

[holyswordwielder]

[ He doesn't give more comfort than she's willing to take. She's already overwhelmed by her own emotions and thoughts and fears. He's not sure anything he could do would actually help. ]

You can't bury it. It will find its way out, one way or another. It already has. That's why you're suffering. No one can deny how they feel and no one should be told they must.

[gwenhwyfar]

Myrddin said so.

[ Ironically, she says it in a very child-like way. ]

... Said I feel too much-

[ And this withholding the other consequences of what happens. He is right -- her body literally tears her apart inside. ]

- because I hurt others. Like you.

[holyswordwielder]

Myrddin isn't always right. Sometimes he gets things wrong. He makes mistakes and doesn't know everything either.

[ Arthur doesn't know that bit, but he feels pretty confident about this. Obviously, her trying to bury all of her emotions isn't working out for her either. ]

[gwenhwyfar]

[ Her near-hysterical sobs have calmed but Gwenhwyfar is still crying and will likely spend most of her afternoon crying. Had this been anyone else but Arthur, Gwenhwyfar would have been quick to dismiss them.

Maybe he has a magic touch? Gwenhwyfar cants her head into his hand, wanting comfort. And assurance... though he may not be capable of that. ]

... What do I do?