► five → video/action。

[feigns]

[Will is in Xanadu, and currently lazing about beneath a tree, an apple in hand — green, for the record, rather than gold. He looks, it has to be said, exceptionally comfortable and contented.

He's also full of complete and utter crap.]

When I awoke this morning, I had the strongest urge to travel to the north, perhaps to the coast, or at least to a cliff. There, I imagined I would face a dragon with a hundred heads, and an array of beautiful, young women, dancing and singing.

Alas, nothing went quite as I expected — although I dare say that viewed from the right angle and considering his temper, the gentleman — in as much as he can be considered as such; I consider the description to be erring on the side of exceptional kindness — I happened upon could very well be viewed as in the same mould. Of course, perhaps if I hadn’t got lost it would have been a different story entirely — he might have still been sleeping. And I’d hardly describe the women, pretty as they were, as nymphs.

But then, as I recall, disappointment did nothing but await him, either. [A beat, and Will eyes the apple in his hand for a moment.] Or a sense of futility, at any rate. Fortunately, I suppose, Athena’s yet to make any claim on the apples, and I can continue feeling both like Hercules and Eurystheus.

—I suppose it’s a curse, and I can’t say I have any intention of complaining. I could have felt a burning desire to clean stables.

(ooc: anyone’s free to assume that Will nicked the apples from them, or come across him in the park or. anything.)

Comments

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

And yet here you are, and they style me mad, and opiates, was it? What tumbled down your tongue and wrestled with your teeth, until Athena graced the stage and Hercules descended?

[bitesvampires.livejournal.com]

I didn't mention opiates. In fact, I make a habit of avoiding them — I once had an experience I'd rather not repeat.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

Oh? Oh, indeed?

[bitesvampires.livejournal.com]

I believed myself to be a ferret.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

An amazing bouncing ferret?

[bitesvampires.livejournal.com]

Sadly not; I imagined myself to be an entirely normal ferret, although I don't seem to recall any desire to hide in a pair of stranger's trousers.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

I reckon and expect and suppose it must take quite the choice moody prompt for that.

[bitesvampires.livejournal.com]

Or the right mix of drinks.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

You're hardly worth absinthe.

[bitesvampires.livejournal.com]

Then it's lucky I prefer gin.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

To the gentleman go the poison spoils!

[bitesvampires.livejournal.com]

Back to gentlemen now?

1/3

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

Back... to...?

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

-- oh. I called you for the fool you are, the waste, the nightmare, the disgrace, and not Galahad, no, nor Narcissus the neither, Roland perhaps, we'll find you a Tower, or raise you one. Can it be only the slightest bit tall? You'll fancy it tall, prettier to set ablaze, it'll shine like a torch, you'll love it. And of course you're not a gentleman.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

...I'm sorry, so sorry, ever sorry. I'd forgot.

[bitesvampires.livejournal.com]

I hope you don't expect me to try and prove you wrong.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

About the tall tower? Oh, no. No, no, no. Bigger is better.

[bitesvampires.livejournal.com]

And what? Should I go there to seek my sister, taken by the King of Elfland? I've no sword.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

Oh, a bit of iron here, some carbon, a bloomery, and you're done! Now, go make yourself fine steel!

[bitesvampires.livejournal.com]

And all the doubt was now — should I be fit?

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

Ask the nymphs.

[bitesvampires.livejournal.com]

I have no interest in asking them anything.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

Specist.

[bitesvampires.livejournal.com]

That wouldn't be the first time I've been called something to that effect.

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

Steal a heart, then take that criticism to it.