► 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.)

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You really are quite serious, aren't you? Do you ever believe in the fantastical? [He pauses for a moment, scrutinising her briefly. He's fairly certain she's never mentioned dragons, but her response seems to imply that there's a possibility they exist in her world — or at the very least, that she's given thought to their existence. In what is quite possibly one of the more exceptionally boring ways.] The fantasy of fairy tales and children's stories and myths. I can't imagine anything more dull than ruthlessly applying logic to every little thing. [A beat.] Besides, if it lives, it has sentience and intelligence. If it has intelligence, it'll feel the pain the rest of its body feels, even if every head is operated by separate brains; if it goes after itself, I dare
say it'll learn pretty quick that it oughtn't.

—Unless, I suppose, it's capable of being masochistic, but I can't help but think that feelings of sadism and masochism are restricted somewhat to humans. Do you think dragons have their very own Marquis de Sade? It might explain a lot.

[He falls silent for a moment, attention shifting back to the apples. He'd heard about the City's approach to death, and it's not something he wants to dwell on. He'd wondered briefly what it'd mean for Jem if he ever happened to arrive here, before deciding that it wasn't his place to wonder at all.] What should I say — I have immortal longings in me? I'm afraid I'm not quite Cleopatra. No, I think I prefer Samuel Butler's view: to himself everyone is an immortal. He may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead. I don't need apples for that.