(I am still angry as fuck over losing this post, I'm sorry if this sucks)
Arthur sighed as he sat in his cell, trying to get as comfortable as one could hope to get in the dampened cells beneath the ground. He leaned against the wall, telling himself he could ignore the water that seemed to be just too damn thick on the walls. To the point he grumbled and rolled away from it, figuring her could adjust. But there was straightening out for him because when he rolled away from the wall and tried to, he was just a touch too tall. Just enough that laying was too uncomfortable. Muttering to himself, he straightened as he set his back against the bars of the cage, deciding that was the best that he was going to get. He had slept in worse places, this was nothing special. It was damn near poetic in a sense - he had gone to jail a fair few times for causing problems in the streets but now he was in a royal cell beneath the castle! He could damn near check it off a list of experiences that not everyone got to experience.
Sleep had escaped him for the most part and when he did manage to fall unconscious, he would be startled awake by one of the other prisoners moving on a guard making their rounds through the hall. Which was why he initially paid no mind to the sounds of footsteps behind him. He simply tilted his head to the side and tried to ignore them, hoping he would be able to get a bit more sleep before the day began. He could only imagine what the next day had in store for him, all he knew was that it wouldn't be good.
The sound of Lance's whisper was nearly missed because Arthur had been flirting with unconsciousness. He groaned, only to look up and see that he wasn't imagining things. A smirk developed on his features as he pushed to his feet, eager to get out of here before things got any worse. THere was no time to thank ro say anything for that matter because as his fingers wrapped around the hilt of the sword, they were back to back as the guards closed in on them.
Arthur kept his back to Lance's and the accompanying friend. The fight was quick and Arthur's arm was nicked sometime during the fight but he hadn't paid any mind to it. They had no time to waste and the moment the last guard fell, Arthur was spinning and they were all but running back through the halls to their exit.
Arthur sighed as he sat in his cell, trying to get as comfortable as one could hope to get in the dampened cells beneath the ground. He leaned against the wall, telling himself he could ignore the water that seemed to be just too damn thick on the walls. To the point he grumbled and rolled away from it, figuring her could adjust. But there was straightening out for him because when he rolled away from the wall and tried to, he was just a touch too tall. Just enough that laying was too uncomfortable. Muttering to himself, he straightened as he set his back against the bars of the cage, deciding that was the best that he was going to get. He had slept in worse places, this was nothing special. It was damn near poetic in a sense - he had gone to jail a fair few times for causing problems in the streets but now he was in a royal cell beneath the castle! He could damn near check it off a list of experiences that not everyone got to experience.
Sleep had escaped him for the most part and when he did manage to fall unconscious, he would be startled awake by one of the other prisoners moving on a guard making their rounds through the hall. Which was why he initially paid no mind to the sounds of footsteps behind him. He simply tilted his head to the side and tried to ignore them, hoping he would be able to get a bit more sleep before the day began. He could only imagine what the next day had in store for him, all he knew was that it wouldn't be good.
The sound of Lance's whisper was nearly missed because Arthur had been flirting with unconsciousness. He groaned, only to look up and see that he wasn't imagining things. A smirk developed on his features as he pushed to his feet, eager to get out of here before things got any worse. THere was no time to thank ro say anything for that matter because as his fingers wrapped around the hilt of the sword, they were back to back as the guards closed in on them.
Arthur kept his back to Lance's and the accompanying friend. The fight was quick and Arthur's arm was nicked sometime during the fight but he hadn't paid any mind to it. They had no time to waste and the moment the last guard fell, Arthur was spinning and they were all but running back through the halls to their exit.
November 3rd, 2016 at 04:50pm