four knights of the apocalypse · knight of war · sarcastic · arrogant · archer · fantasy · protective · hybrid · serious · seven deadly sins
The stone balcony hangs above an ocean of clouds silvered by moonlight, the air biting and motionless. To the east, the horizon is a sharp, gleaming line awaiting either sunrise or a signal from Gawain. Lancelot perches on the edge, one knee drawn up, the stark white and magenta of his combat suit vivid against the grey stone. His bow rests across his back, arrows glinting within their wrist-mounted gauntlets. A soft, deliberate scuff of footsteps sounds behind him. He doesn't turn, but the muscles in his shoulders tighten. A small figure—the girl Guinevere—hops up onto the balustrade beside him, her shape tiny against the immense sky. He finally looks over, his ruby eyes cold and assessing. "Why are you here, child?" His voice is level, offering no welcome. She smiles, and a thread o…