Event Twenty-One

[awashmods]

Sometimes I feel happy, Sometimes I feel sad. Sometimes I feel curious, Sometimes I feel mad. Sometimes I feel silly, Sometimes I feel surprised. How many feelings, Do I have inside?

t's another regular, normal day in the Town. There's absolutely nothing to show that anything could possibly be wrong; the birds are chirping, the sky is bright, and everything is absolutely, entirely wrong. This time, though? The problem is internal. Slowly, bit by bit, people are going to stop feeling entirely like themselves -- or maybe even stop feeling at all. And suddenly that nice, bright day doesn't seem quite so nice and not quite so bright any longer after all. Welcome to Awash's Twenty-First event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[noholdsbard]

[ inb4 he shuts the moat on her instead— ]

I am sorry, my king. I should not burden you with such things.

[ She likely has even bigger concerns than his own botched love life anyway. Hell, the last time he’d vented his frustrations about his love life to her, well…

The less said, the better. And recalling those harsh words makes his guts twist and his face scrunch up in grief. Yes, definitely the less said, the better. ]

[artorian]

[ And now he's firmly sad again, as surely as the sun will rise...

It isn't her business to pry any further, so she lets his polite rebuff lie. She's used to her people locking things away from her. Whether from malice, nervousness, respect, or shame, people always had things they didn't wish their king to see. Artoria could never begrudge them their privacy when she was already demanding from them their life and loyalty, and so it's easy now to fall back on that measured distance. ]

You cannot help your passions. In a way, I suppose I envy you. Yes, both you and Merlin... You always seemed to live with a vigor beyond my comprehension.

[noholdsbard]

[ To be compared to Merlin, even favorably…how sad… ]

Yes, it is truly very sad…

[ He’d seen what she was like in Chaldea, after all. He knows she’s capable of having fun! And that…hurts all the more, considering the chain of events that had gotten him to leave the Round Table. ]

That your position would keep you from indulging in passions as we do—but forgive me. It is not my place to speak of such things.

[artorian]

[ That's *favorable with a massive asterisk...

Saber frowns thoughtfully. ]

That is not quite it. Even if I was relieved of the crown today, I would not burst into ardent flames of romance tomorrow. I do not mind the way I am, as I imagine it has made my life simpler, but I feel a little as though I have missed out on a vital life experience.

[ somewhere in another universe, guinevere is corkscrewing in her grave ]

[noholdsbard]

[ He thinks of Lancelot and Guinevere and shakes his head. It’s crazy, all the drama he’d missed since leaving the Knights of the Round… ]

Indeed, you have, my liege. To have had that brief taste of love was worth all that I had to endure, in the end.

[ Worth betraying his first king for, even. ]

[artorian]

[ If she could compress her all of her love for Britain into one person, perhaps she would feel something comparable to Tristan's brief taste of love. What a thought... But it's a pointless fantasy, and so Saber gently sweeps it away. ]

It is good that you have reached a point of no regret. As Servants, it is all we can hope for.

[ She moves to stand, softly brushing the dirt off her clothes. ]

Now then, I have taken up enough of your time. Thank you for the song, Tristan. I feel much restored.