in which I write T.H. White fic.
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Guinevere. Gwenhwyfar. Jenny. His. The name so sweet on his tongue, and having her so pleasing in his thoughts, and she so lovely in his arms. In his arms, and in his bed, of her own accord, no matter he’d wed her for her father’s alliance, and she’d come to him in a temper, his fiery beautiful wife. No matter the love between them is grown soft and all devoid of the fire children desire.
No matter at all, for she lies sated in his arms and in his bed, and tomorrow his Lance returns and they will be whole.
I should have been studying Beowulf, but eh. I also need more Arthurian icons.
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Date: 2009-05-02 05:21 am (UTC):-|
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Date: 2009-05-02 05:24 am (UTC)