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Are you a knight, or are you some form of ineligible clown?
Bedivere.@KingsLastKnight
HERE YE. HERE YE, YOU BROKE BEGGAR. YOU'VE MISSED ME WITH THAT E-RANKED LUCK HOG-WASH. I'VE NEVER SEEN MORE WORSE PLAYS SINCE I'VE PLAYED AGAINST SIR MORDRED, KAY & GAWAIN. DO NOT TEST WHAT CANNOT BE TESTED. YOU FOOL.
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Ah.
The walls will need repairing again, then.
Bedivere.@KingsLastKnight
Checked the calendar for today and got scared.
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Oh? Are your senses so pitifully dull?
I long since left.
ᅠᅠ᭝᭡ᅠᅠ᭰𝐁ᴸᴼ𝚘̲𝐃̲ᅠ𝐂ᴿ͟ᴬ͟ⱽ𝙴𝚁❭@LADYSP1NEL
you are since you haven’t moved out of camelot, you are still here lingering in this place like a shadow.
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I am not a part of this family.
ᅠᅠ᭝᭡ᅠᅠ᭰𝐁ᴸᴼ𝚘̲𝐃̲ᅠ𝐂ᴿ͟ᴬ͟ⱽ𝙴𝚁❭@LADYSP1NEL
⠀ i don’t know what else to say here.. think we already know who is the golden child. ⠀
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i don’t know what else to say here..
think we already know who is the golden child.
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Inversely, his scowl only sharpened. Gaunt features aged beyond what was natural for his years hardening and casting shadow across his face; stepping forth to trigger the satisfying sizzle of fae flesh on iron armour.
“Not devotion. Merely cleaning.”
〨 ┈@scornedfae
⠀⠀ Her smiled deepened, soft luminous, but there was an edge to it. She stepped closer despite his threat, pale fingers hovering inches away from his chest. “Dear child, you speak of slaying me as though it were devotion.” A quiet laugh lined her lips, a deliberate ⠀⠀
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A chest cannot ache when there is no heart inside. You hold no child dear, much less I.
The only time I would deem it worth touching you would be to slay you myself.
〨 ┈@scornedfae
⠀⠀ Ahh— you still carry such weight, such hatred. How my chest aches for you. Come within my arms, let me soothe your pain my dear child. ⠀⠀
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I think less than lowly of you, witch. You should know better by now to cease with the false pleasantries, especially alluding to me as your son.
〨 ┈@scornedfae
⠀⠀ Oh- you think so lowly of me, dear son. A mere poison will not provide me with enough gratitude. Such infantile tactics. ⠀⠀
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