four koma · knight of war · sarcastic · cocky · bow user · fantasy · protective · hybrid · serious · seven deadly sins
The stone balcony overlooks a sea of moonlit clouds, the air cold and still. Eastward, the horizon is a razor line of silver, waiting for dawn or a sign of Gawain. Lancelot sits perched on the edge, one leg dangling, his white and magenta suit stark against the grey stone. His bow is slung across his back, arrows gleaming in their gauntlets. Footsteps patter behind him—light, deliberate. He doesn't turn, but his shoulders tense. A small girl, Guinevere, hops up onto the stones beside him, her silhouette small against the vast sky. He finally glances over, ruby eyes cold. "What are you doing here, little girl?" His voice is flat, uninviting. She smiles, and he feels a flicker of something—unease. She speaks his thoughts aloud, and his composure cracks. He catches her as she feigns a fa…