British. Intelligence.
I’m Not Over
(I didn’t know what to call it so just kept it the same, besides there’s already been so many changes today.)
During their time in the village, things had not warmed. In fact, things felt frostier than ever, but perhaps that was the cold chill of fear down their backs, dread at what they might find next and the memory of those already found dead. Gaheris, however, didn't worry about such things, he was on the winning side! Working with his father so of course he wasn’t a target, and the almost constant anger inside him kept him warm anyway. The information he had found out was both intriguing and infuriating. Lance was going to get into big trouble for it and Gaheris thought that he’d quite like to be there when his head got chopped off; yet, Caroline would probably tell Lance that she’d let it slip and that wasn’t going to make Lance treat him any better. Lance had already put one brother in a coma, Gaheris didn’t wish to be the second. His father was a clever man though, certainly knew about revenge and plotting, he could help Gaheris with Lance! Get rightful justice for Gareth and make Lance pay! He’d always known Lance was sleeping around, although it being Caroline was quite a shock, Lance had a lot of guts, no it was probably just stupidity. He was probably still giving it to Ruth on the side as well! Of course he was. It was Lance! Gaheris wouldn’t be surprised if Lance had also made his way around the village a bit by now.
Lance was not quite aware of the danger he was in. He was blissfully ignorant to the threat that Gaheris posed and didn’t even know that Caroline had said anything. He’d spent a lot of his time trying to practice and memorise the gestures on the sheet he’d been given. He wanted Galahad to be able to communicate more easily and effectively with him. Writing words was always more of a hassle and harder than saying them but this wasn’t speaking, yet it was still...something. He knew that it would still be a while before he saw his son and that he still had the mess here to sort out but it was something to look forward to.
Arthur on the other hand was worried about Caroline, last time he’d spoken to her, she’d been crying, visibly upset but not telling him what about, then she’d told him that she hated herself and fled into the bathroom. He had no idea what had garnered such a reaction from her or why she’d been out in the cold, especially without her ladies but he hadn’t gotten much chance to ask. They really needed to have a talk, maybe a hug. Perhaps Arthur and her should sit down and try and talk about all these worries she had, try and solve some before they built up any further. She was clearly struggling although part of that’s as likely the grief from losing her lady. He just wanted to be able to support her, to be an actual husband to her.
During their time in the village, things had not warmed. In fact, things felt frostier than ever, but perhaps that was the cold chill of fear down their backs, dread at what they might find next and the memory of those already found dead. Gaheris, however, didn't worry about such things, he was on the winning side! Working with his father so of course he wasn’t a target, and the almost constant anger inside him kept him warm anyway. The information he had found out was both intriguing and infuriating. Lance was going to get into big trouble for it and Gaheris thought that he’d quite like to be there when his head got chopped off; yet, Caroline would probably tell Lance that she’d let it slip and that wasn’t going to make Lance treat him any better. Lance had already put one brother in a coma, Gaheris didn’t wish to be the second. His father was a clever man though, certainly knew about revenge and plotting, he could help Gaheris with Lance! Get rightful justice for Gareth and make Lance pay! He’d always known Lance was sleeping around, although it being Caroline was quite a shock, Lance had a lot of guts, no it was probably just stupidity. He was probably still giving it to Ruth on the side as well! Of course he was. It was Lance! Gaheris wouldn’t be surprised if Lance had also made his way around the village a bit by now.
Lance was not quite aware of the danger he was in. He was blissfully ignorant to the threat that Gaheris posed and didn’t even know that Caroline had said anything. He’d spent a lot of his time trying to practice and memorise the gestures on the sheet he’d been given. He wanted Galahad to be able to communicate more easily and effectively with him. Writing words was always more of a hassle and harder than saying them but this wasn’t speaking, yet it was still...something. He knew that it would still be a while before he saw his son and that he still had the mess here to sort out but it was something to look forward to.
Arthur on the other hand was worried about Caroline, last time he’d spoken to her, she’d been crying, visibly upset but not telling him what about, then she’d told him that she hated herself and fled into the bathroom. He had no idea what had garnered such a reaction from her or why she’d been out in the cold, especially without her ladies but he hadn’t gotten much chance to ask. They really needed to have a talk, maybe a hug. Perhaps Arthur and her should sit down and try and talk about all these worries she had, try and solve some before they built up any further. She was clearly struggling although part of that’s as likely the grief from losing her lady. He just wanted to be able to support her, to be an actual husband to her.