And a Lake.

geoffrey-of-monmouth:

lady-of-the-lake:

geoffrey-of-monmouth:

lady-of-the-lake:

geoffrey-of-monmouth:

lady-of-the-lake:

geoffrey-of-monmouth:

lady-of-the-lake:

geoffrey-of-monmouth:

Geoffrey walks along the edge of the calm lake, the wind stirring the surface only the tiniest bit. He stares out over the surface, his brow furrowed as troubling thoughts race through his mind.

Freya sensed someone at the edge of the lake, that was unusual for…

A frown crosses his face as the faint whistling noise reaches him, his voice subdued as his impressive brows furrow slightly.

“That’s… strange… insects in the middle of winter?”

He does his best to ignore the sound, focusing instead on the moonlit ripples lighting the peaceful water.

 The man was focusing on the water so she appeared slowly on the surface. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say, it had been AWHILE since she had talked to anyone. She would wait untill the man said something.

His frown falters as the image of a young, dark-haired woman drifts to the surface, staring up at him with unfaltering eyes. His brows furrow further and his voice drops further.

“Am I so far into my mind that I’ve begun to see things? So lonely that I’ve started conjuring images of people in places they could never be?”

He lets out a quiet sigh, his breath fogging up around him, his head dropping forward as his eyes slide shut, wrapping his arms tightly around himself.

 ”Don’t worry yourself, you’re not seeing things. I’m really here, promise.”

Her heart went out to the man, you could tell he was lonely.

“Tell me, what troubles you so much?”

 His eyes widen as the image speaks to him, her voice gentle and coaxing.

“You’re… you’re real? But then… magic…?”

He clears his throat nervously, hesitating before plunging ahead.

“I don’t really know… I guess I just… I don’t know, my Lady. Just… I seem to be missing… something.”

‘Or someone,’ he thinks to himself, refraining from voicing the words as he thinks back to his conversation with Lancelot, guilt and memories flooding his eyes.

 She understood the man all to well.

“Magic is a good way to put it, I guess. To be honest I don’t quite understand it myself”

She smiled.

“I too am missing something terribly.”

Her thoughts went to Merlin, how she dreadfully missed him. Even more so after she had given him the sword. One day was not enough for her, for anyone.

“Is there anything I can do to help you find that somthing? I’m here to offer my service”

Intrigued, he kneels by the water’s edge, unmindful of the snow impressing itself upon his robes from the ground.

“Not quite sure? How interesting…”

His intense gaze softens as he listens to her next words, reaching out to brush his fingertips into the freezing cold water as if to offer his empathy. He lets out a soft sigh, his breath coming out in a cloud of condensed white air before he speaks, his voice saddened and infinitely tired.

“I had my chance… many chances, in fact. I fear that nothing will bring even one of them back to me… and I cannot grudge them that…”

 ”Life is full of regrets, huh.”

She herself had let many chances pass.

Do you atleast have friends in the castle to keep you company? I don’t even have that.”

She couldn’t help but wonder if he knew Merlin.

“Do you happen to know a Merlin??