[Open post] ..life's a hall of mirrors..

[lanselos_du_lac]

It's been an exhausting few days. While the zombie siege was dangerous, Lancelot is proud of how they handled things, together -- even though not everyone is friends. He was also, he must admit, grateful for the diversion. There is too much on his mind, after the truth-telling spell, and most of it sits like a stone in him... making his sleep even worse, weighing on his heart.

Still, all of that is strangely intermixed with hope. He has a few new friendships that feel like how he remembers friendship feeling -- pleasure in each other's company, time well spent, connection. There's a little piece of him that feels as if he gave that up with youth. (He was always glad to be in Arthur's company, or Guinevere's, he misses them in a way that's sometimes physically painful now that they're away from him. But all of that feels shored up by duty, devotion, love -- nothing simple.) He is glad he could speak plainly with Galahad, glad for all of these new possibilities. Glad of Susan, Laertes, Grantaire -- even Sagramore, whom only months ago he would have given little notice.

So he's reverted to keeping to himself, a little, while he thinks things through. He keeps his schedule: sleep (or not sleeping), drills in the morning, finding something to eat after that, wandering the mansion or the grounds. He's not as adrift as he was, and he is sober most of the time now, but it's an adjustment.

This afternoon he's determined that it's been too long since he took proper care of his sword. He's found a bench and has set himself up there to clean, hone, and oil the blade.

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[lanselos_du_lac]

He nods, "That's true. It felt good to fight, though."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"So fucking good." Janet slings a little smirk his way. "I'm no good with a sword, but I have axes. Two of them."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Have you? I should have liked to see that."

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet's done this trick about a million times here, and it's losing its shine, plus she's tired as hell still, but fuck it. Why not. She flips her pair of black-metal staves off her back, one in each hand, and forms the solid ice axe heads on their ends one more time. "Ta-da."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot grins at her, brightly, "Lady that is--" Wonderful? Tremendous? Hot? -- all of these he cannot say. "I am very impressed."

[sorrowandsorrow]

All right, a little frank admiration doesn't go amiss. Janet smirks a little, preening despite herself, and twirls one of the axes in her hand. "These used to be one spear, but I broke it in half."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I would prefer this, myself."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Yeah, I took it off a guy who fucked with me." She laughs, not quite as tense as she was at the start of their conversation. As usual anytime she holds Sorrow and Sorrow for longer than a minute, her hands start to frost over.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I shall keep it in mind not to cross you."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Aw, smart man." Janet lets the axe heads melt away until she's only holding staves again. She tucks them into their place on her back. "I'm also a magician generally. But your sword is cool too, I guess."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He laughs a little, "My sword is nothing special, except that it's mine. I am not surprised to find you have magic as well, given what you've just shown me."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"They have magic where you come from, obviously." Janet makes a vague gesture at him. "Arthurian... whatever."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Aye, so we do," perhaps with a degree of careful patience.

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet gives him one more look of thoughtful assessment. She hasn't seen Galahad in a long time, like since he was claiming his name was Damien -- maybe she needs to accidentally on purpose run into him and scope out this situation. "See you around, Lancelot," she says, and gives him a little wave before she heads out.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Be well, Queen Janet," he says in response, and goes back to his sword, though he does watch her go with a thoughtful expression.