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ka100 challenge #18 "Winter," take 2
Word Count: 100
Warnings: None, except maybe implied spoilers for the end of the movie.
Notes: Takes place a few weeks before the movie.
Title from George Eliot ("Perhaps the wind/ Wails so in winter for the summers dead,/ And all sad sounds are nature’s funeral cries/ For what has been and is not.")
Lancelot’s eyes barely flickered from Arthur’s shadowy form when Tristan unexpectedly settled beside him. The others were huddled together across the campsite, but Arthur sat alone. In past winters he had always shared Lancelot’s cloak.
“It’s his choice.”
Lancelot scowled, but leaned into Tristan’s warmth. “The fool will freeze. What does he think I’ll do? I can’t fight that God of his.”
“It’s not you he fears.” A pause. “This early snowfall—winter’s not yet come.”
But Lancelot didn’t hear that warning. By summer they’d be home; he was wondering if Sarmatia’s sun could be as warm as he remembered.
Challenge: For
ka100 challenge #18 "Winter," take 2Word Count: 100
Warnings: None, except maybe implied spoilers for the end of the movie.
Notes: Takes place a few weeks before the movie.
Title from George Eliot ("Perhaps the wind/ Wails so in winter for the summers dead,/ And all sad sounds are nature’s funeral cries/ For what has been and is not.")
Lancelot’s eyes barely flickered from Arthur’s shadowy form when Tristan unexpectedly settled beside him. The others were huddled together across the campsite, but Arthur sat alone. In past winters he had always shared Lancelot’s cloak.
“It’s his choice.”
Lancelot scowled, but leaned into Tristan’s warmth. “The fool will freeze. What does he think I’ll do? I can’t fight that God of his.”
“It’s not you he fears.” A pause. “This early snowfall—winter’s not yet come.”
But Lancelot didn’t hear that warning. By summer they’d be home; he was wondering if Sarmatia’s sun could be as warm as he remembered.
