lanselos_du_lac

The silence and the words together are enough -- it falls. It always falls. And how could it be he would not be at the center somehow? If for no other reason than he and Guinever refused to give one another up, and Arthur hoped for their happiness over his own good sense. The cost would always be the same, and no amount of love between any of them would be enough to pay it.

Lancelot puts his head down on the bar, resting his forehead on his arms.