unionjackoff: (do you say goodbye)
The United "Pathetic Masochist" Kingdom ([personal profile] unionjackoff) wrote in [community profile] arcanarumlogs2012-03-18 04:36 pm

[COMPLETE] In Absinthia

Who: England, Saber
When: Monday, September 19, early afternoon
Where: around Queen of Cups (the potions store)
What: A loyal servant meets her lord, and a lord meets his loyal boss.
Warnings: probably pg, nothing bad except for gratuitous angst


It had occurred to England that morning that, although he had been on the island for a long time, he had done very little exploring. Usually when he tried to go out, his legs would carry him to the edge of the forest, and he would frantically pace back and forth in front of it, watching it longingly, before Prussia or someone else had to forcefully drag him away. Today, England wanted to focus on going somewhere else. He wanted to know if there were places on Arcanarum that could actually help him in his quest to get back home.

He found the shopping district on his own, and he explored the fresh market first. That reminded him of his home, so he lingered there for at least forty-five minutes before deciding he should move on. It was getting cooler, anyway, and it looked as though a lot of the people were thinking about packing up. The wind blew against England and he searched for a shop where he could go inside and take shelter.

What caught his interest first was a potions shop. Brilliant! It had been a while since he'd been able to use his own magic, but at least he could still mess around with spells. He smirked to himself in victory before heading inside.
everdistant_utopia: (Gentle smile)

[personal profile] everdistant_utopia 2012-04-19 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
The world Saber was from was, in comparison to the worlds many others were from, a bizarre one. Her true identity as King Arthur aside, there were countless creatures and goings-on that would have been impossible at the very most and downright weird at the least. Perhaps she didn't understand the personification of countries as they actually were, but Saber accepted their existences in the terms of her reality -- elemental spirits. Just as she herself was a Heroic Spirit, an elemental spirit of humanity itself.

She had been ashamed, at first, knowing she had failed the country she had sacrificed everything for. Saber didn't think she even had the right to any forgiveness... she certainly hadn't forgiven herself. Which was why she was astonished at the invitation.

"I... I am truly unworthy of such an offer. But..."

For the first time in a good while, she smiled. A faint one, but nevertheless a smile. "You do me honour, and so I accept."