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[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.)
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.)
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