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paradisalogs2012-08-15 03:02 am
commandsthewind) wrote in paradisalogs2012-08-15 03:02 am
wrist watch time, slowing as she goes to sleep
Who: Elizabeth Tudor (commandsthewind ) and you~!
What: Intro things, and one very very annoyed and exhausted Queen.
When: August 15th
Where: The Foyer
Rating: G
It was the shock of it that left her reeling, that was all, or so she told herself. Elizabeth was after all a brilliant liar amongst her other sins, especially to herself. Though this would take skill... One minute, getting ready for another hard days ride back to Court, another day closer till when she was free of this blasted armour. She knew it was safety, they had idea what soldiers were still left on the country side... but she longed for her own bed. Another day going past the wary faces of her people, under grey skies to pass the good news along was dragging her down. They wouldn't forget though, and neither would she. This victory came at too high a price.
But it was a victory, and Elizabeth swallow the bitter taste in her mouth for it -- and prayed her people would forgive her their sons and brothers now gone, for she never would.
Though those thoughts would not help her right now, so she rubbed a hand over her dry eyes in an effort that this strangeness would some how disappear as suddenly as it came, that this was all a product of her now apparently deranged mind. Give her another assassin, she might even welcome the relief if nothing else, but this? The dim pre-dawn light turned suddenly bright and she was inside where she'd just been about ready to mount a horse. Not here, this was no Estate in England, she had made a point of knowing them all well.
"How fitting, I defeat my greatest foe, only to find it's sent me mad..." Though it was more of a mutter to herself, her dry tone not lifting even now.
But still, she forced herself up right, and tried to make sense of this illusion, she was strong for her soldiers in the face of death she'd be strong for herself now... no matter what this was. She could pretend after all, that she was not wearing that same haggard look she had for months now, that her face not so sunken, the ache suddenly building at her temples was usual, her voice not so perpetually tired and the shake in her hands was... well, they stayed curled at her side for the time being.
She'd face this, whatever this was, like the daughter of a king she was raised and the sovereign she had been for the long years already gone. Not graceful for the clunk of metal that echoed as she walked, but determined with her back straight.
commandsthewind ) and you~!What: Intro things, and one very very annoyed and exhausted Queen.
When: August 15th
Where: The Foyer
Rating: G
It was the shock of it that left her reeling, that was all, or so she told herself. Elizabeth was after all a brilliant liar amongst her other sins, especially to herself. Though this would take skill... One minute, getting ready for another hard days ride back to Court, another day closer till when she was free of this blasted armour. She knew it was safety, they had idea what soldiers were still left on the country side... but she longed for her own bed. Another day going past the wary faces of her people, under grey skies to pass the good news along was dragging her down. They wouldn't forget though, and neither would she. This victory came at too high a price.
But it was a victory, and Elizabeth swallow the bitter taste in her mouth for it -- and prayed her people would forgive her their sons and brothers now gone, for she never would.
Though those thoughts would not help her right now, so she rubbed a hand over her dry eyes in an effort that this strangeness would some how disappear as suddenly as it came, that this was all a product of her now apparently deranged mind. Give her another assassin, she might even welcome the relief if nothing else, but this? The dim pre-dawn light turned suddenly bright and she was inside where she'd just been about ready to mount a horse. Not here, this was no Estate in England, she had made a point of knowing them all well.
"How fitting, I defeat my greatest foe, only to find it's sent me mad..." Though it was more of a mutter to herself, her dry tone not lifting even now.
But still, she forced herself up right, and tried to make sense of this illusion, she was strong for her soldiers in the face of death she'd be strong for herself now... no matter what this was. She could pretend after all, that she was not wearing that same haggard look she had for months now, that her face not so sunken, the ache suddenly building at her temples was usual, her voice not so perpetually tired and the shake in her hands was... well, they stayed curled at her side for the time being.
She'd face this, whatever this was, like the daughter of a king she was raised and the sovereign she had been for the long years already gone. Not graceful for the clunk of metal that echoed as she walked, but determined with her back straight.