The blood sings a metronomic path down his face; I turn and run as fast as I can, but it’s sluggish and slow and God forgive me, I’m too late. Lancelot falls gracefully, musically, his body sliding through the air as if he’s running his fingers down a harp or some bard’s instrument
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Death comes for us all though...but I hope it will be a clean death, both for you and for him.
Try to find some peace in your sleep. You deserve it. Yes you do, Artorius.
I shall pray for you, too.
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Many feel that our dreams are windows into the future. Personally I feel that the future is changeable. We are not God and cannot see what is heading our way. It is best to live in the now and leave the future be.
As for death? It is sadly the route we must all take. However, it is how we live and love that defines us for generations to come.
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It's curious that you dream about a pregnant wife when your heart lies with Lancelot. *snicker*
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