life is so ruthless so i must love you as hard as i can. basically
Day 1
Dear Hunith,
your son has safely reached Camelot, which I think is most unfortunate. I am plagued with questions over your reasoning for sending him here. He's betrayed his secret with me five seconds through the door of my apartments; had there been a patient there, I would be writing you for arrangements for his remains. He also seems, from bits of our conversation, unaware of his father's identity but that seems too odd to be true to me, considering you of all people should know very well what sleeps underneath the castle.
I shall try to keep his as safe as possible, but please, call him back home. My heart could hardly take much more of this,
Gaius
Day 2
Dear Hunith,
Your menace of a son is in jail.
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I see...Merthur fanfictions writers trascending time
Elaine, the Lily Maid of Astolat by Sophie Gengembre Anderson
I'll never drop my sword.
scenes from my recent animation.
Winter (January, Cycle of the Months), c.1404-07 by Master Wenceslas
Trento, Castello del Buonconsiglio, Torre d’Aquilla (The Eagle’s Tower)
I feel so seen 🥺😈
For the ones that need it today
You can't blame Merlin for calling Arthur a ‘Lazy-daisy’, if this is how Arthur looks like whenever he sleeps/wakes up:
"the world" tarot card, 2023, inspired by excalibur (1981)
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